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  1. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    A side effect to being a Siren is you'll sometimes have bladder problems

    © Borderlands

  2. Hi, it's me, Spectre! For the past few years now, I've been using Garry's Mod as an art tool to make some pretty cool stuff. Recently I've even started using it to make Omorashi art, and I figured it's time for me to share it. I'm still learning, so expect a little bit of jank in some of the stuff here. I'm not taking requests or anything of the sort at the moment. I'm sorta just doing my own thing. But here’s some things you can expect to see, or also stuff to keep in mind incase I do Requests or Comms in the future: I do mostly wetting, but occasionally I’ll make stuff that contains nudity. Either exposed genitals or breasts. Sometimes I’ll make male stuff, but only on Twinks, Femboys or general Pretty Boys. I can’t make messing I won’t make content on any furry or MLP characters. You’ll only see humans or humanoid aliens and fantasy creatures… and androids😉
  3. I’ll start with a little preface. I’ve never really written any fiction or fantasies on here before until lastnight. I had actually originally posted this as a response on the omo fantasies thread under omo general. It really was a lot for a simple response on a thread and I also wanted to add more to it so I felt it may be a little more fitting to put this here. I may not be the best with this, I’m usually writing about first hand experiences but this one was just too good not to share so excuse my lack of writing abilities! For me, one of my biggest fantasies would be to spend the evening out on the slopes drinking and having a good time with a lady friend. Then have it devolve into us both wetting our pants together and discovering that she’s very much into it so here’s a little outline of how I imagine it all playing out. I meet a nice girl at the local coffee shop and we end up talking quite a bit. She’s super cute and we really hit it off. It turns out we both love being outdoors, hiking and snowboarding so we decide to meet up in the afternoon at the local ski resort for a night out on the slopes. We end up having a great time taking majestic pow runs through the woods all day and drinking beers on the lift, popping back in to the lodge frequently to use the bathroom and grab drinks at the bar. We take some runs with some of our friends for a bit before we all have a beer together in the parking lot and they go off they’re separate ways. By this point i have a slight urge to pee but know I can always duck off behind a tree on the way down so it’s not a big deal to me. I ask if she wants to run inside quick before we go back up but given how crowded and busy it looks down at the lodge, combined with the short lift line she says “it’s all good, let’s take another run and go back after” Fast forward about 20 minutes. The lift operator seemed to be having some minor issues with the lift and it stopped inexplicably about 3 times, a few minutes at a time, while we were in line to get on. I had felt my urge to pee grow considerably during that time but we had finally made it on the lift and were on our way up. By this time It’s after dark and we both have a nice little buzz going when the lift suddenly stops about halfway up the mountain. There’s no one on the chairs in front of us or behind us and we both have to pee pretty bad but have been trying to stay strong and not show it, so neither of us knows how bad the other has to go. Ten minutes go by and we see a bunch of workers on snowmobiles heading down towards the bottom of the lift and it seems pretty evident to us both that they’re having some technical problems and we may be stuck there for a bit until they can get it going. By this point I’m clenching my thighs together and wiggling my toes in my boots but making my best effort to not show how bad I really have to go. We chat and joke about the situation and I start to notice she’s squirming around a little but I pretend not to notice. A few minutes later a ski patroller is skiing down the mountain below us and she yells down to him nervously asking how long he thinks it will be until we’re moving again. He tells us to be patient and that they will hopefully have us going again in a few minutes. By this point I’m already doing the math in my head, knowing it’s still another ten minute ride up once the lift starts going again. I look over at her and she’s visibly squirming and bouncing in her seat. I reassure her it’s no big deal, these things happen sometimes and she tells me she understands that, she just has to pee sooo bad. She looks down at my legs and back up at me and asks if I do too because she thought she saw me fidgeting and squirming a little. I tell her I actually do have to piss incredibly bad and joke that if it takes any longer my eyeballs will start floating. By this time we’re both squirming around desperately and unable to really say too much. Another 5 minutes pass and she tells me she’s afraid she’s going to pee her pants and I jokingly tell her “I hope your snowpants are waterproof!” We both laugh and she says “well this isn’t exactly how I expected I’d be testing that”. By this point I’m absolutely desperate and can’t stop squirming around and she appears to be in the same situation. I ask her what she thinks about the logistics of me trying to get my snowboard off and hand it to her while I pull myself up onto the chairlift seat, stand up and just pull it out right there and piss off the lift. She tells me “that’s not fair!, you want me to hold your board for you while I probably pee my pants and you get to enjoy the sweet relief of peeing off the lift?!. No way, If I take my hands out of my crotch I think I’ll pee right here!”. So I tell her playfully “ Ohhhhh! I see how it is! If you’re not making it off this lift dry then you’re gonna make damn sure I don’t get to either huh?” and we both share a little laugh. She stops squirming for a minute and grabs my hand, moans and says “help me hold it” as she pulls my hand between her legs. I press firmly as she bounces and squirms. I can’t stop moving my legs back and and forth and wiggling my toes as I feel the little bursts of warmth as the first couple leaks spurt out and soak in to my pants.Neither of us say a word to eachother. By this point we’re both concentrating every ounce of our being into not peeing. I can’t help but wonder if she’s been leaking too when suddenly the chairlift comes back to life and gives our chair a slight jolt as we begin moving again. She immediately gasps and looks me dead in the eye as she smiles in ecstatic relief. Right about the time I notice the outer shell of her snowpants growing warmer to the touch and I hear a subtle hiss emanating from within her snowpants. As I continue to squirm in desperation she moans “oh my god, it feels AMAZING , it’s so warm!” She giggles and looks down at my crotch as I squirm around. She puts her hand between my legs and while looking me in the eye and asks “are you leaking yet?”. I can’t even speak, I just nod and while still holding her hand between my legs she says “ it’s okay, just go, it’s not like you’re going to make it anyways, you’re already leaking. It’s over. Just. Relax.” I immediately relax and start flooding my pants. I feel it pooling up across my lap and overflowing back down over my hips as the enormous flow of warmth just spreads everywhere. I’m sure the look of relief in my eyes was impossible to hide at that point. She suddenly giggles and says “ohhhh, I can feel it getting warmmmm!! You’re wetting your pants aren’t you?!!” I laugh and say” I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold it any longer!! You really weren’t kidding about this being warm!”. She smiles while looking me in the eye and pulls my hand over to the waistband of her pants. She guides my hand down into her warm, steaming wet pants and undoes her button for me before reaching over and unbuttoning my pants too and sliding her hand in. She squirms as I rub her hot, soaking wet pussy while she grabs my rock hard cock inside my soaked snowpants. We bring eachother to orgasm within a few short minutes, leaving us just enough time to get our pants buttoned back up before riding off the lift..... To be continued... Part Two. As we stand up and disembark the chairlift I feel the warmth begin to spread further down my legs like a nice warm blanket wrapping itself around my entire lower body. I can’t help but imagine she’s feeling a similar sensation. We briefly discuss which trail to take on our next run and she gives me a little smile and wink as she takes off down the mountain ahead of me. I follow her in to a dimly lit little patch of woods between a few trails about halfway down the mountain and we both stop just barely out of sight from the trail. She turns around and pats her butt in her snowpants and asks “ how do I look, can you tell I just pissed myself?” I flip on my cell phone light and and determine there’s not even the slightest hint of a wet patch to be seen. She giggles and says “ I feel like I just peed in a diaper or something” I ask how I look and she tells me I’m dry on the outside as well. I ask if she’s getting cold or anything to which she replies no. She tells me it still feels really warm and asks if I’ve still got my chairlift beer in my pocket as she pulls her beer can from her coat pocket. I had almost completely forgotten that I had mine in my pocket still. Considering our prior situation, drinking anything was the last thing on my mind at the time. We both crack our beers open and she gives me a little cheers and a wink before we both sit down in the snow and drink our beers fairly quickly. We talk a little about what to do going forward and agree we’re both warm enough for a couple more runs but that maybe we should grab a water at the lodge quick first. We were going to be leaving in the next hour or two and figured it would be a good idea to burn off the slight buzz we had beforehand. We enjoy the rest of our ride down to the lodge and head inside. Once down we go in and each grab a water bottle and strike up a conversation with a few friends. I don’t about her, but I felt so incredibly naughty just standing there with her, casually chatting with friends while the two of us were the only ones aware of the hot steamy mess we had both made inside of our ski pants. After about 20 minutes we decide to use the bathroom quick before we head back up. I tell her “ you know, just in case” she glances down between my legs and looks back up at me and laughs before we go our separate ways in to the bathrooms. I unzip my pants at the urinal and am absolutely drenched. There’s not single dry spot visible as I pee in to the urinal and zip back up to head out. We meet in the hallway and make out way back out to strap in and head for the lift line. There were only 3 people in line ahead of us and within a few minutes it was out turn to board. Our ride up this time was much less eventful. The lift never stopped and we just talked a bit about which trails we were going to take next and I offered her the use of my washer and dryer if she wanted to come kick it for a bit after, I was after all just a few minutes up the road. She smiled and said “ sure, I really appreciate it”. Our next three or four runs were fun yet fairly uneventful. We chatted a little and on the lift but didn’t speak too much about what we had done earlier. We eventually made our way back to the parking lot and hopped in my car. It wasn’t until we were on our way back that she said “I hope that wasn’t all too much for you. I’m really sorry. I just had to go so bad and then I couldn’t help but get a little carried away” I told her to not to apologize. I, in all honestly absolutely loved it and told her, “I mean it’s pretty obvious that I was just as turned on as you were over it, I’ve honestly always kind of had a little bit of pee kink so naturally it was all a huge turn on for me” She didn’t say a word, but just looked over at me and smiled. She then broke the short silence that followed by spontaneously saying “ Go pee with me! I have to go again. You must have to go again by now!” Slightly surprised I said “right now?” To which she responded “Yes’ right now silly! We’re already wet. Just think how warm it’ll be. I don’t think I really need to tell you at this point how much of turn on this is for me. I’ve been in to this for as long as I can remember! “ “Sheesh, you’re even more fun than I thought” I responded. She smiled and said “ok, on the count of three lets go ok? Are you ready” I nodded yes as I smiled “ ok, one, two, three!....” she playfully announces “ I’m peeeeeing!!” before asking “are you going?!” I tell her I certainly am and it feel AMAZING. As we pull in to my driveway she puts her hand between my legs and gropes me through all of my sopping wet layers as I’m still peeing full force right there in the drivers seat. I lean over towards her and pull her close as we start kissing in my driveway..... To be continued!
  4. When did you stop with bedwetting? Me at age of 6 (accidental wettings) but i keept peed myself on purpose and quit at 8. I never told it to my mom, she always cleaned all of the peed clothes and bedsheets. She always said that kids pee themselves and i did that too. I feel so bad about it. Now i'm back in purposefull peeings and i enjoy that so much. It reminds me of my childhood bedwettings so much ❤️
  5. I pee my pants after a long holding with some liters of mate and water. its past about six hours from the last pee and in the video i have a few leaks that later i would end up losing control. Yo.mp4
  6. Hey it’s been a long time since I’ve been on here, took a break from the kink. something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile is have a genuine bed wetting accident. I’ve tried drinking a lot of water before bed but always wake up needing to pee badly never just going in my sleep! I had an idea that I think might work to make me loose control while I sleep though and I will be testing it out tonight. so I will be doing rapid desperation the whole day to get my body used to going pee as soon as I need to and I’ll pee right before bed but still drink lots of water leading up to it im going to be listening to a bed wetting hypnosis tonight before bed I listened to it this morning a couple times and leaked a little while listening. my bladder is still really full right now and I think I’m gonna listen to it one more time hopefully leak a little more in bed so my body gets used to the feeling of letting go in bed i will update tomorrow if it worked or what happened!
  7. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    After entering The King of Iron Fist Tournament, Azucena wanted to do a promotion for her Ortiz Farm Coffee. During the sponsorship, Azucena urinated herself on live television. Sales for the Ortiz Farm Coffee skyrocketed by about 175% after this presumed accident.

    © Tekken

  8. So we had a 2023 post to chronicle us who bedwet for real. Our accidents, experiances, tips, funny stories and all that goes along with being an adult bedwetter. So lets start a new one for 2024!!! I'll go first, so far I have been dry in 2024, but then it is only January 1. How about you? Did you bedwet on Jan 1 or did you wake dry too? Talk about your first bedwetting incident of 2024, as true bedwetters we all know it is not a question of If we will bedwet, more a a question of when will our first bedwetting of 2024 happen. Dry Guy 2024 here.... so far.
  9. I imagine depending on individuals bladder and pelvic floor strength, when our bodies start to involuntarily leak will differ? So on a scale of 0-10, when do you leak? When do you normally go pee when you’re not doing a hold?
  10. I am dying to find the complete video in this video a girl goes to a tram (or a train maybe) where her skirt gets stuck in the automatic door and she peed herself then she is followed by the sweeper in the train and he watches her while she was wiping her panties and wet skirt. I recently got the half version by the help to a generous man but I truly want the full video I will attack the half version please reply if anyone of you guys know where to find the full video . I tried everything but cant find the video please help 🥲 3785139.mp4.f50c7c5a3e58562544e8ebfb10b5cdc7.mp4
  11. Chapter 1: This is a joke, right? Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work. Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap. "This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it. "To whoever receives this bracelet, I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it! Good luck and good riddance. Please be smart." Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever. She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels. "Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were. "Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors. "Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work." Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out. "Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her. "Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief. The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part." A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!" "Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?" "The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button. "Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign. Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver." The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!" "You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator. Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief. "Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501." *Gurgle* "Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had breakfast; otherwise, this will be a long day." *knock* *knocK* "Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah. "Hey, Sarah! what's up?" "I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!" "Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch." "Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe tomorrow?" "I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on." Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up. "Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days." A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets." Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often." Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?" Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so." As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups. As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work. The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand. As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants." Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament. Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?"
  12. Desperate Involuntary Leaking View File I love making myself so desperate that I start leaking and just can't stop... I was pressing on my bladder and it just kept coming😩 Submitter CurvyCadeau00 Submitted 02/14/2024 Category Female  
  13. I decided to create a thread for people to put their own experiences on. I say this in the nicest way possible but please no scat, no ABDL and no watersports! I don't want this on my account. I'll go first! I was in class and felt a jolt in my bladder, my legs crossing over at the feeling of desperation. My hands slid down to my crotch for a quick squeeze every now again, although I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself so I opted for bum wriggling and bouncing on my seat. I was squirming like crazy until the bell rang and I was up and off, not waiting for my friends or talking to them. I jogged through all of the lunch crowds and to the other side of campus, my thighs rubbing together on every step. I felt the piss sloshing around in my bladder, making me cringe from the pain of running with a full bladder. I eventually reached the bathrooms and swung open the door. Unfortunately, I couldn't move. I was stuck on the spot with my full bladder, wriggling and squirming around with my hands dug into my crotch. I slowly crept towards to toilet stall only to be met with a leaky bladder that wouldn't stop spilling its contents on the floor. I tried stopping it to no avail, the piss splashing on the tiled floor. I had wet myself at school?! Had to get my mum to bring clothes 😭 Your turn!
  14. This story is from a few days ago at the hospital I work at. It was my third accident at work, and that’s not something I’m proud of. Every single one has been absolutely humiliating. For context, check out My Experience With Urge Incontinence. I am on medication, and my incontinence is well controlled. I have not had any full on accidents in months, except for when I intentionally wet myself at home for fun. The morning of the story, I got up around 4:45 like usual, had a shower, made myself some oatmeal paired with apple juice and chocolate milk, cuddled with my babe, and left work at around 6:10. It was a little snowy this morning, so I took my all wheel drive sports car since it handles the conditions better than my front wheel drive sedan. What can I say? An Audi TT Quattro is a fun little car! Anyway, I got to work around 6:25, clocked in, and headed into the diet office to grab my work issued iPhone and iPad for the day. Then up to the 6th floor to ask the patients what they want to eat. After a little over an hour of getting menus, I get the call from my supervisor stating that the cart full of breakfast trays is on its way up to the 6th floor. Between scanning every tray before I remove it from the cart, waking the patients up so I can ask them their last name and date of birth (to verify that it's the correct patient), scanning their wristbands (the barcode on their wristband matches up with the one on the meal ticket, verifying that this is the correct meal for this patient), clearing their tray tables so I have somewhere to put the breakfast trays, showing them how to sit their automatic beds up, positioning their tray tables in their desired locations, asking if they need anything, slowly closing each door so as to not make a bunch of noise early in the morning, etc etc, I usually spend about 20-30 minutes just passing trays. Today was no exception. A couple times, when I bent down to get trays from the bottom of the cart, my bladder let me know that it had been a could hours since I had last peed. Once I had finished passing breakfast trays, I once again focused on work and had completely forgotten about my bladder's first minor warnings. Once 9:00 rolled around, I went back to each patient's room and asked if they were ready for me to collect their breakfast trays. This is much quicker than passing trays, as it's just one or two questions, grab the tray, ask if they want to keep anything from the tray (usually a muffin or a drink or whatever), wish them an excellent day, close the door, and put the tray in the cart. Once again, when I had filled the top half of the cart and was bending down to fill the bottom half, I got a couple gentle warnings from my bladder letting me know that I still hadn't peed, but I definitely wasn't anywhere near desperate. I should also mention that the 6th floor is the one that handles GI related surgeries and gut related issues. It takes a bit longer to get menus on this floor because a lot of the patients aren't in the mood to talk about food, on top of the fact that the nurses and doctors change diets all the time on 6A (upgrades from liquids to solid foods, changing from a diabetic diet to a regular diet per an insulin prescription, upgrading from an Easy To Digest diet to a Regular diet, etc etc). Once I had finally finished getting all my menus, I looked up and HOLY CRAP IT'S 10:40! Only 20 minutes to lunch break! Woohoo!! Once again, I had the opportunity to use the restroom without having to leave my assignment, but had once again forgotten about my bladder. I decided to sit on the bench for a few minutes, but before I got there, I ran into a group of people from Hospitality that were doing a Friday coffee, tea, and hot chocolate cart. Of course, I ordered a large peppermint hot chocolate, sipped on that for a bit, and then headed down to lunch. For lunch, I got a big salad, a large chicken noodle soup, and a 20 ounce Gatorade. With lunch being social hour and the hospital gossip being SO GOOD, I once again got so engrossed in what I was doing that I completely forgot about using the restroom. Once lunch break was over, I grabbed my freshly charged iPad, the stock sheet for the pantry on my floor, checked for any notes on out of stock items, and then went upstairs and began counting my pantry. Due to issues with poor organization, several items were stocked in the wrong order, and some had straight up expired. With things like juice cartons and bags of butter packets, I can just look at them and see the date on the front. However, things like thickened juices just get put in a box, and they're round containers with the dates printed about halfway down the sides. This means I have to pull the box out of the fridge, remove every single thickened juice cup so that I can see the date on each individual cup, and then reload the box with all the stock in the correct order. Counting and organizing the pantry took almost 40 minutes, and I hadn't even had time to go downstairs to get the items I needed to stock. Naturally, that's when I got the call that the 6A cart full of lunch trays was headed up to the 6th floor. At this point, I had to pee bad enough that the only distraction was to just blaze through my assignment so I could scurry off to the toilet. Naturally, with nursing having just changed from morning shift to afternoon shift, there were several call offs on afternoon shift. This meant there weren't enough PCTs (the people that help the patients out, they rank below the nurses), and all the patients kept asking me for extra help because nobody from nursing staff had gotten them ready for lunch (clearing the tray table, positioning said tray table, asking if they needed help sitting up, etc etc). Passing trays took WAY TOO LONG and I was getting desperate to pee. I was literally just walking in rooms like ”Hi here's lunch! Last name and date of birth please? Thanks! I'll get the door!” I had to pee so bad, I left the cart in the low number hallway and ran to the bathrooms. Naturally, they were occupied. After knocking a few times and being like “hey I REALLY gotta go can you please hurry up” (I hate doing that it's so embarrassing), I started to lose a spurt into my underwear as the warm wetness spread from the tip of my dick to my thigh where my dick was resting. I believe I audibly gasped “OH NO” and ran to the elevator and mashed the down button like 80 times lol THANK GOD I was the only person in the elevator lobby at the time! I would’ve been absolutely humiliated if anyone had seen me locking my knees together, repeatedly bending forwards, switching feet, tugging at my shirt (I was REALLY trying not to grab myself in a public setting), breathing heavy, grunting/moaning in desperation, you get the idea. I was sweating from the effort of holding back my 14 hour flood, and I knew I was running out of time before the dam broke. A couple times, the thought came in my mind to just give up and wet myself and get it over with, but it always ended with me getting so embarrassed that I would just throw that thought off the nearest cliff. After what felt like an eternity of not getting an elevator and getting more and more desperate to the point that I couldn’t hide it even if I tried, I decided to check the restrooms one more time to see if either of them had freed up. Naturally, the moment I started to step away, the elevator arrived, and it was empty! I ran in, pressed the button for the 5th floor, and mashed the Door Close button. Every second counts when you’re this close to an accident at work! Thank God I had the elevator to myself! Finally, I could shove my hand into my pants and grab my dick! I was hoping it would help more than it did, but alas, it did not do as much as I had hoped. A few seconds later, I realized the elevator hadn’t arrived at the 5th floor yet, despite it being much longer than it usually takes to get from the 6th floor to the 5th floor. That’s when I realized I had not felt the elevator move, and again mashed the button for the 5th floor. Of course, nothing happened. I pressed the button to open the doors, and nothing happened. I tried to force the doors open, but they wouldn’t budge. At this point, I panicked and leaked a bit more, creating a visible wet spot about the size of a tennis ball while I was visibly shaking in panic and desperation. I pulled out the emergency phone from beneath the controls on the elevator, and reported that I had gotten on an elevator on the 6th floor, and that the elevator had seemingly shut off on me. The entire time, I was doing a frantic pee dance with one hand shaking on the phone, and the other gripped onto my dick squeezing as hard as I could. I was basically yelling, taking quick sharp breaths through gritted teeth, hoping that they could get this piece of junk reset before the dam broke. Naturally, they had to hang up on me to call the fire company so they could come and pry the elevator doors open. I wanted to cry so bad, I had tears running down my face. When they hung up, I felt myself start sobbing, and tears ran down my face and soaked into my shirt. I tried folding myself in half, I tried sitting on the floor in the corner, but nothing helped anymore. I just couldn’t keep holding it much longer. Now fully crying, I pulled out my phone to play Monopoly Go! in an attempt to distract myself. Naturally, this only led to me getting frustrated at the game, even though I was winning. The distraction was not helping, but at least I’d gotten my phone out of my pocket so it wouldn’t be in the splash zone in case I did have an accident. I remember I had my right leg lifted and crossed over my left leg, leaving my right ankle behind my left ankle and my right knee in front of my left mid-thigh. I was still shaking, holding my dick as hard as I could, feeling my bladder SCREAMING for release. It was beginning to get so uncomfortable that sheer desperation had almost convinced me to just let go and wet myself just to end the suffering. I sat there crying in this 50/50 mindset where I couldn’t take it anymore but also couldn’t bring myself to just let go, until there was a noise from the doors. Suddenly, the doors opened about halfway, and someone stuck their hand in and shined an irresponsibly bright light into the elevator while yelling “It’s okay” and something else I couldn’t make out. The sudden noise and the hand reaching in scared the absolute shit out of me, and before I knew what was happening, my legs were really warm and I could hear a whole ass firehose draining onto the floor. Instead of ecstatic relief on the toilet, I had received humiliation and was left crying. I had wet myself in front of the elevator company personnel, and was left absolutely mortified. I started crying so hard I couldn’t breathe, and I remember them trying to say a few things, probably trying to calm me down, but it couldn’t get through my thick fog of a brain. I just sat there, completely broke down for a few minutes before I started to feel human again. After they finally got me to calm down a bit and I started feeling human again, I was escorted to one of the patient showers by a housekeeper and given patient clothes to wear home. I left early, but was paid for an entire eight hour shift. When I got home, I went to bed and just cried for a couple hours. When I wasn’t crying, it was only because my throat was RAW from all the crying, and I had forced myself to stop crying for a moment, which would only lead to the feelings building up again and I broke down so many times I can’t remember. My neighbors, bless their hearts, texted me to ask if I was okay since they’d seen me return home early, and I was crying so profusely they could hear it through the wall our houses share. Now that it’s been a couple days, I see that this was an attempt at comforting me, but in the moment, I just threw my phone across the room. I know they were trying to help, but in the moment, the last thing I needed was someone texting me about my crying fit. I didn’t know I could break down any further than I already had, but I managed to do just that. I ended up having a whole ass panic attack and I couldn’t breathe, the room started spinning, and I eventually woke up on the bed, I must have fainted or something I’m not really sure. I called off the next day, and they gave me PTO for the day with no questions asked.
  15. Once again I’ll just list the actual cast of the show this fanfic is based on for anyone unfamiliar with it in the interest of saving time instead of writing vague character descriptions. The story takes place in season 2, episode 2. Britta Perry: Gillian Jacobs Pierce Hawthorne: Chevy Chase Jeff Winger: Joel McHale Troy Barnes: Donald Glover Annie Edison: Alison Brie Abed Nadir: Danny Pudi Shirley Bennet: Yvette Nicole Brown. Ben Chang: Ken Jeong Alan Connor: Rob Corddry Janitor: Steven W. Bailey Annie Edison was once a very promising young girl. She was always top of the class and was hoping to get a scholarship to a good university. It all came crashing down when she got too dependent on Adderall and had a nervous breakdown. Several months of rehab and Narcotics Anonymous meetings later she was now at the worst community college in the area. But she was back on the right track, and had made a good group of friends. One of these friends, Jeff Winger, was a former lawyer who had been disbarred when the State Bar Association had learned that his four year degree was fraudulent. He, like Annie, and like the rest of their study group had taken a few wrong turns in life and was at Greendale Community College to get back on track. He had recently met up with former coworker, a sleazy lawyer named Alan. Alan had a shrewd face, bald head, and expensive suit. He was familiar in some way, but Annie couldn’t quite put her finger on it until the group was waiting on Jeff in the study room. They were going to plan their entry in the school Pop-and-Lock-a-thon, one of the many frivolities that Greendale spends money to throw instead of improving the school. Improvements like Spanish teachers who actually speak Spanish. Last year Spanish 101 was taught by the frankly insane Benjamin Chang, who spoke almost zero Spanish and wasn’t discovered until he was overheard confessing that fact to Jeff. Chang had conned his way into the job by insisting it was racist of the dean to not assume that an Asian man spoke Spanish, and the dean immediately caved without checking any of his qualifications. Now Chang was a student, who desperately wanted to join the study group (against the wishes of the entire group) Jeff was predictably late, and the group knew he was just out drinking with Alan. “What does Alan have that we don't?” Troy asked. Pierce made some typical insensitive remarks, and Annie said “I don't like how much drinking and carousing they do. It's a gateway to narcotics.” She gasped as she suddenly realized why Alan was familiar. “Narcotics! I know how I know Alan…But I'm not allowed to say.” “Which means that you met him in Narcotics Anonymous,” Britta guessed. “Why bring it up if you're not allowed?”Abed asked. “Because...” Annie said hesitantly. “He said something at a meeting about something bad he did. He might have done it to Jeff, but I can't say what it is.” “Okay, you've gone from precious to annoying,” Troy said looking irritated. “What if you don't say it, but we guess? Like charades?” Pierce suggested. “With this group? I'm watching,” Abed said looking interested. Annie wrote something down on her notebook and put it to the side. As she began to act out her answer, Shirley simply grabbed the notebook and read it out loud. "Alan got Jeff disbarred." The group exclaimed in surprise and Jeff walked through the door soon after. “Jeff, Alan narced on you,” Britta told him. “Narced? But he's, like, way too primo for that, Frank Zappa,” Jeff said mockingly. “I think he turned you in to the state bar. I was in NA and he bragged about it. He doesn't recognize me because my hair's longer, my skin's clearer I've lost a lot of weight-“ Annie said. “Annie. He said he turned me in?” Jeff interrupted. “He said he sent an e-mail that got a rival co-worker fired around the time you got caught,” Annie answered. “I know they never covered this on Yo Gabba Gabba, but that's circumstantial. Any other meaningless conspiracy theories?” Jeff said. “Yes. Did you know that Go-Gurt is just yogurt?” Troy asked very seriously. “Know what a therapist calls this kind of relationship?” Jeff asked in a leading tone. “A gold mine,” Pierce replied. “Codependent. You guys don't want me to be happy. You want me to need you. It's getting claustrophobic. I used to run full-speed through the boundless wilderness and now I'm in the zoo where the horizon is wallpaper and the air is stale and nothing is ever at stake.” “In other words, we're not cool,” Britta said pointedly. “I never said that. You may have heard it. I may have thought it. It may be true. But I never said it.” “Jeff, will we see you at the pop-and-lock-a-thon?” “No, Abed, I'm going to a cool party at my cool former law firm from when my life was cool.” With that, Jeff left the study room… to immediately be replaced with Chang, who had been trying to convince the group that he should take Jeff’s place at the pop-and-lock-a-thon. “Fine, you can be on the team,” Troy said grudgingly. “New deal. If we win, I get to be in the study group,” Chang declared. The group looked around the table at each other and Abed said, “The stakes have never been higher” Chang left, and Annie got an alert on her phone. “Guys, listen to this: ‘I didn’t want to say anything in front of Winger, but if you want to come to the party tonight I could show you around. See what a successful man really looks like,’” She made a face of disgust at the implication she was getting from this text. “Annie, Alan clearly just wants to manipulate you into having soulless lawyer sex with him on his expensive desk,” Britta said. Shirley gasped, and Troy’s eyes widened comically. “Alan said it was an email that got Jeff fired, right?” Abed asked. “Yes?” Annie said, unsure of where Abed was going with this. “Follow up: Do you think Alan deletes his emails?” Britta turned sharply to look at Abed, realizing what he was suggesting. “That’s right! If you can access his computer you could find that email and prove to Jeff that Alan screwed him over!” Abed pointed to Britta and tapped his nose with his other hand. The group all agreed to get ready for the fancy lawyer party and try to get that evidence. Annie didn’t have much money for expensive clothes, but she had found a nice red dress for the occasion; a floral pattern and short sleeves at the shoulders. She wore black heels and simple red bikini style panties. She had spent all day getting ready, as the entire plan hinged on Alan inviting her to his office. And one of the few things she had actually learned at Greendale was that things can always go wrong. Which is why it wasn’t until they had left her apartment that she realized she hadn’t used the bathroom before she left. Annie dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed her mind, as there would surely be time to find a bathroom at the party. The group soon arrived at the party dressed up as much as each person’s limited income (excluding Pierce’s family money) would allow. Troy wore a suit with no tie, Abed a vest, tie, and checkered shirt, and Shirley a dress that would not look out of place at Easter Sunday. Britta and Pierce were the only ones who looked like they should be at a lawyer party; Britta wore a black cocktail dress with a high neckline and Pierce looked like a Democratic Party candidate with a decent suit and blue tie. “God, it's a sea of Wingers. This whole place reeks of moral ambiguity,” Britta said distastefully. “Actually, that was me. I apologize,” Pierce said, moving toward a table laden with glasses of champagne. “Now, you guys are new to high society, so just follow my lead and you'll be fine,” as he said this, he loudly and accidentally knocked several glasses over. Jeff noticed them at that moment and quickly advanced toward them. “First, why are you here? Second, I don't care. Leave.” “As a matter of fact, Jeff, we were invited,” Britta said defiantly. “Why would anyone do that?” Jeff asked. As if in answer, Alan appeared behind him. “Hey, you guys made it! Come on in,” he addressed his words directly to Annie’s bust, making eye contact with no one. He pulled her aside, Annie looking nervously back at the group as she followed him. “So, what do you think of the place?” he asked, finally managing to look at her eyes instead of her breast. “It’s… nice,” she said, still taking in the whole atmosphere of the room. She knew she needed to convince him to tell her where his office was, but her full bladder was starting to distract her. She decided to ask after that need first. “Where is the bathroom?” “Ah, you don’t want to use the one down here. It’s crowded, there’s a much nicer one on the fourth floor by my office.” Annie couldn’t believe how easy it was going to be to get this information from him. She guessed the old adage that “men only want one thing” was true of at least the sleazy man talking to her now. “And where exactly is your office?” She asked casually. “Fourth floor, room 69,” he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Annie forced a laugh and asked him the real number. He obliged, and told her he had to make nice with some more people before he could meet her up there. She walked back to the group and said “Fourth floor, 470. First he said it was 69. I wanna rub Purell on my brain.” She motioned for Troy and Abed to follow her to the elevator and pressed the button for the proper floor. The elevator door opened, and Annie saw the women’s bathroom on the left. She briefly considered stopping to pee as she was getting pretty desperate by now, but there wasn’t enough time. “470 should be that way,” Abed pointed down the hall as he spoke. As they moved down the corridors, they hugged the wall like they were in a spy movie. When they reached 470, Abed knelt on one side of the door and opened his backpack. “I brought stuff people use for capers. Suction cup. Credit card. Chloroform. The credit card doesn't work, but the chloroform does,” He said enthusiastically. “Annie, go back and keep lookout,” Troy said. “Why me lookout? Why not you guys?” Annie asked. “Cause if someone comes up here, Kanye and Kumar get taken to jail. You get taken to dinner,” Troy retorted. “You guys!” Annie said indignantly. “I am the smartest one in this whole group and all I’ve been used for is bait and distraction.” She bounced around a bit as she said this, both from desperation to pee and desperation to do something useful. She then noticed that the boys were both looking at her chest as she bounced, essentially making their argument without word. She made an offended noise and crossed her arms, saying “Go on your stupid mission. I hope it sucks.” Annie then turned on her heel and marched to the end of the hallway. She was truly desperate by now, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she bounced at the knees. She had one hand pressed into her dress trying to relieve the pressure and the other had steadying herself on the wall. She was weighing the possibility of simply running off to use the bathroom while Troy and Abed found the email. She was not sure how much longer she could hold it, and felt a lookout was likely unnecessary. There was a party going on downstairs, surely no one would be going to their office right now. Just as she decided that a lookout was unnecessary and that she had time to pee and come back, she heard a loud unfamiliar voice coming from the direction of the office. “Excuse me!” The voice startled Annie so much that stream of urine spurted out into her panties as her heart dropped: someone had found them. She clenched her muscles and managed to stem the flow after a few seconds, but her underwear was now noticeably wet. She moved as quickly and quietly down the hall as she could, spying a janitor cart outside the open door to Alan’s office. Abed’s backpack lay open beside it, but the janitor himself must have entered the room. Annie saw the bottle of chloroform in Abed’s backpack, and made a split second decision. She grabbed a rag out of the backpack, doused it with the bottle and clapped it to the janitor’s mouth from behind him. He struggled for a few seconds, Annie slowly pushing him down as he got weaker. As she struggled with the janitor, she once again started leaking pee, a few drops falling to the floor beneath her before she regained control. The janitor stopped struggling, Annie kneeling over him. Troy and Abed stared down at her, horrified shock on their faces. “Oh, my God,” Troy blurted out in a high voice. “I didn't know what to do,” Annie said, panicking. “Oh, my God,” Troy said again. “I usually have one foot out of reality, and even I'm freaking out right now,” Abed said. “You chloroformed the janitor!?” Troy shouted hysterically. “Stop yelling! You got caught!” Annie yelled back. “You're the one yelling!” “We're in trouble. We have to do something,” Annie said in panicked tears. “I don't know what to do. My whole brain is crying!” Troy said, now pacing furiously. “Guys, guys, guys,” Abed called out, trying to calm the other two. “I have an idea. Okay, it may sound a little weird, but trust me.” Abed’s plan was to try and convince the janitor that they were all chloroformed, so that they would not be questioned by anyone. Annie couldn’t think, her brain was drowning in both fear and urine. No one had any better ideas, so they all took their positions. Annie’s previous leaks had not fully emptied her bladder, and she found it exceptionally difficult to lie still on the ground with how badly she now needed to pee. After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, the janitor began to stir. Annie, Troy, and Abed feigned waking up too as the man looked around. “What's happening?” He asked groggily. “Oh. We all got chloroformed,” Troy said slowly. “Somebody chloroformed all of us,” Annie lied. “And now we're regaining consciousness together,” Abed said, staring at the janitor. “I don't understand…Who is she?” Annie watched the janitor as his eyes fell on the rag she was still holding. “Why is she holding a rag?” Annie’s mind was completely empty of ideas. She could think of nothing but her bladder, which finally gave out. She started peeing freely into her panties, and in her panic she could think of nothing else to do but chloroform the janitor a second time. Still peeing, she brought the rag to his mouth like she was swatting a fly, and pushed him back onto the ground. She was now on her knees, her hand buried in the man’s face, pee streaming down her legs in rivulets of pale yellow liquid. She moved away from him once he was still, somehow managing to keep from peeing on his prone form. Annie quickly backed to the far wall, leaving a trail of urine from beside the janitor to the puddle that was now expanding at her feet. She grimaced as she felt the hot pee running over her feet in her shoes, but her open-toed shoes at least weren’t retaining the liquid. Troy stared at her open-mouthed, and even Abed’s normally calm face looked as surprised as she had ever seen it as urine continued to pour out of her, now loudly pattering onto the carpeted floor unobstructed as she stood up straight. The flow finally tapered off, and all three of them stood in silence. Pee was everywhere; there were two small puddles next to the janitor where Annie’s knees had been and a trail leading to the large puddle she now stood in. Her dress felt wet in several places, but not as much as if she had been sitting on it or holding herself in the front. Her panties were utterly soaked, and she smelled unmistakably of pee. She looked pleadingly at Troy and Abed, and all she could ask was “Does it look noticeable?” She did a quick twirl to show them her full dress, because she couldn’t see any visible wetness. “I don’t know if it’s the pattern or the material, but I actually don’t see anything,” Abed said helpfully. “We got what we came for, we have the email. Nobody needs to know what happened here, let’s just leave right now,” Troy suggested, putting a comforting hand on Annie’s shoulder. She nodded, and the group hurriedly fled the room. As they walked to the building’s exit, they saw Jeff talking to the rest of the group about something they couldn’t hear. Annie ran to the group, Troy and Abed on her heels, and reached toward Jeff with the printed email in her hand. “This is the e-mail that Alan sent the bar association. He stabbed you in the back, Jeff. He's a bad friend.” Jeff read the email in his hands, his expression unreadable. “You're right. He's a bad friend. But he's a good lawyer. I appreciate you guys caring, but you have to understand that I don't. Caring is lethal around here. It's a disease. You guys have it. I don't. So if you do care about me, don't infect me. Now go win that pop-and-Iock-a-thon. I'll see you Monday.” With that, Jeff walked back to the party. “It's like watching a soul slip through our fingers,” Shirley said sadly. “But what more can we do?” Annie stared after Jeff, disbelief flooded through her just as urine had flooded her panties not five minutes ago because of how much they had cared about Jeff. Despondent, Annie grabbed the chloroform bottle and started to douse the rag once again. Troy saw this and grabbed the bottle from her, shout-whispering “Would you stop!?” in a high pitched voice. The group left the party feeling dejected, and made plans to return to the school for the pop-and-lock-a-thon. Annie made some excuses; as much as she wanted to go, she really needed to get changed and take a shower. “Why do you need to change?” Pierce asked. Annie froze, and Troy said, “she’s not really dressed for dancing. Come on, we’ll go hold our spot.” Annie looked gratefully at Troy, and hurried home to shower. This she did quickly, as she actually did want to go to the pop-and-lock-a-thon. She expedited the process by adjusting the shower stream to waist height; she wouldn’t need to wash her hair and it would only raise more questions. She cleaned herself up and got changed into a sporty skirt that she could dance in, and raced back to the school. Upon arriving, she was surprised to see that Jeff had rejoined the group. He had realized he was wrong about caring, and that he would rather be at this silly dance contest than at the lawyer party. They all shared a group hug, which disqualified them from the contest. But they didn’t care about the contest as long as they had each other.
  16. -Chapter 0: When it Started- Irish and Hyper was Talking what happened yesterday at the Party, It was a Warm Water Bottle leak from Adventures. He really needed to pee so bad, but his Virginia was too late to make it. He leaked his pants and wetted himself. Irish saw the Terrible incident, Adventures got his Panties Changed, And he was finished. And now Irish and Hyper are talking about it.
  17. Chapter 1: The Accident Brianna is a typical farm girl turned city folk. She was raised caring for cattle with her mom and a dairy farm, had a small rabbit breeding business, and now even has chickens she takes care of. Everything wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. She had a rough upbringing with many awful men taking advantage of her. An abusive father left them on the run, going from house to house. Only when she turned, 16 did things finally start to settle down with a good home and a good stepfather. 4 years later, she was done with school and in a very happy relationship dating a cute 20-year-old boy. He is tall, dark, and handsome, something you would typically only imagine. She stood at 5 ft even, while he was 5 ft 11 inches. They've been dating for about three months now. Every Tuesday night, they would go to the movies to see the $5 movie of the week. It was an excellent way for them to spend time together and share something they both enjoyed. Brianna worked on her chicken pen across the road from her city house. It was on a Tuesday evening, so she knew Brandon would be over in a little bit to pick her up and hang out. He was such a sweet boy. Both he and Brianna were raised as Christian kids. So they weren't into fooling around at the movies or doing anything too naughty. But they are both still young, and to say they didn't have feelings for each other in that way, would be a total lie. Pulling out her phone, Brianna saw it was 6:10 PM. "I'm almost done. I need five more minutes. Then I can head home to get ready for when Brandon gets here," she told herself. It was then she realized how badly she also had to pee. "I can hold it, nearly there," she told herself, as she started bouncing her hips up and down doing a little potty dance while her hands were busy putting the last touches on the fix needed to her chicken pen. The chickens would escape again if she didn't get this done right. Forget having breakfast in the morning. She would be lucky if they didn't turn up as chew toys for a nearby dog. "Almost there," she said while twisting the metal fencing around the post. But now she was crossing her legs, trying as hard as she could to hold it in. "Come on. I can do this!" Just as she finished tightening that part of the fence, the two worse things happened. First, the other side of the fence came undone, meaning she would need to go over there quickly and fix that before the chickens escaped. Secondly, Brandon just pulled up in his Chrysler. "Not now! Couldn't he have been five minutes late?" Brianna thought to herself. She quickly started to run over to the other side of the fence when she lost the fight. *hiss* Brianna started peeing her pants as she made her way to the side of the fence that broke. "No! How could I have let this happen? I'm 20, not 2. This is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen. My mom is never going to let me live this down. I guess the nickname was right, Pee-ana." All of these thoughts flooded her mind in an instant. "Oh my gosh! Brandon is right there. If he didn't see it already, he'll see it when I go to return home. There is no way I can hide this." Her jeans were soaked, and two dark blue streaks ran down her inner legs. "Can I blame it on spilling water on myself?" She thought, trying to find a way to avoid the embarrassment any more than she had to. Not wanting to waste more time, she quickly strung the fence enough so the chickens couldn't escape. Then promptly ran across the street to her home. As she did so, she crossed right in front of Brandon's car. There was no way that he didn't see that she had peeded her pants. "She is in a bit of a hurry," Brandon thought, seeing her sprinting, trying to avoid eye contact with him. "Wait, did she pee herself?" He sat a little straighter in his seat, trying to get a good look at her pants while she was running by. "No way." He couldn't believe his eyes. It looked like she did. And with how she acted, it was almost sure that was the case. Not wanting to make matters worse, Brandon pretends to be on his phone as he watches Brianna enter her house. He figures he should wait ten minutes before walking to the house to pick her up. If she did pee her pants, she would want a minute to get cleaned up and knowing her mom. There would be some comments. Her mom meant well and would try to be funny, but in cases like this, she doesn't realize that's not the time to joke around. **** "Hey, Bri, it looks like Brandon is here." Her mom started. "oh my gosh, did you pee your pants?" "I don't want to talk about it. I want to get cleaned up and forget this whole thing happened." "I mean, I know you are excited to see the guy, but come on, girl, you got to have some control." "MOM!" Brianna shouted back at her mom. She really wasn't in the mood right now. "Hey, don't get mad at me, Miss Pee-ana. You're the one who peed their pants right when your boyfriend showed up." "Seriously, I don't want to talk about it." "Alright, fine. But you better hurry up before he thinks somethings up." "If I'm lucky, he didn't see anything." "It looks like he is on his phone." "Good, I'll send him a text telling him I'll be out in a minute." with that, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. Luckily it doesn't look like she soaked that too. 'Hey, hun, I'll be out in a minute, just chatting with my mom real quick.' "There, message sent." *Ding* 'Hey, hun, I'll be out in a minute, just chatting with my mom real quick.' "Shoot, that means her mom probably saw. Hopefully, she didn't pick on Brianna too much," Brandon thought. 'No worries, take your time. I got here a little early. So Just let me know when you are ready.' *Ding* "Phew, I don't think he saw. I'm going to get cleaned up. Don't say a word to him about this," Brianna told her mom. "I won't, I promise." Brianna then ran up the stairs to her bedroom as fast as possible. She snagged a change of underwear and pants. Then into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Working on a dairy farm helped her learn how to get cleaned up excitedly, well, and fast. Within 5 minutes, she had managed to get herself all cleaned up. She wiped her legs with a wet towel to remove the smell of urine, put on some perfume, and got dressed. Soon after, she was out the door and climbed into Brandon's car. "Whoa, that was fast," Brandon said to Brianna. "What do you mean?" She asked him, wondering if he knew she had peed her pants. "Your conversation with your mom. You two sometimes can talk a while, given I was here early. I just thought maybe she would want to keep chatting with you for a while longer" Luckily, Brandon was quick on his feet. He was able to come up with that reply quickly. In reality, he was shocked at how quickly she could get changed and cleaned up from her accident. "Oh yeah, heh. I was excited to see you, so I wanted to keep it short." She told him. "Phew, he didn't see," she thought. "Phew! She doesn't know that I saw her. Should I say something about it?" Brandon thought. I might ruin the evening, but it could also be a chance for them to grow closer.
  18. I always travel alot with my husband and also for work. I have had a number of close calls, but I also have had numerous embarrasing incidents where I barely make it or don't at all!. There's nothing quite like trying to squeeze your legs together as you run into a rest stop with a wet circle on your bum, or you get in and have to wait that extra moment or 2 because there are no stalls open and try as I might. Gasping, pee dancing, ..i don't make it. Amd when I don't make it I don't make it... share your barrasing stories here!
  19. Chapter story about a girl with a shy bladder ending up in situations with no suitable bathrooms around. Hope you'll enjoy it! Word count for all chapters: ~16,000 Chapter 1: Gone Skiing Avery is sitting in the passenger seat of her friend's car. It's the middle of December and one of the first days in weeks where it's not unbearably cold out. The sun is warming the front windshield and melting the snow there, just like Marcus had said it would when Avery had asked him if he didn't need to scrape the windows properly after he'd deemed the four-by-four-inch peephole he'd made in the snow on the windshield, "good enough". "What is this brightness stabbing my eyes, I think it's— it's the sun! Marcus, I can see the sun! Feels like so long ago," Avery teases, looking over at Marcus, the corners of his mouth twitching with a held-back smile, his bleach-blonde hair sticking out from under his beanie. "Ha ha, when you get a driver's license and a car, you'll first hand get to experience the peril of scraping the windshield every morning from November to February." "I'll do it with pleasure," Avery answers, actually meaning it. She likes it when things are prim and proper. Her apartment is by no means spotless, but everything has its place and her family has always teased her for being a bit of a neat freak, and sort of inflexible. These facets of her personality are part of the reason why she lets out a startled gasp when the exit to the ski center comes, and goes, outside the car. "Relax, Ave, we're still going skiing, but I heard of this great track just a few extra minutes from here, and there's less risk of us getting cussed out when we don't get off the track fast enough for the maniacs shredding the tracks like they're gunning for a gold medal in cross country." "Yeah, you're right, I just thought you missed the exit. It's fine," Avery says, trying to convince both her and Marcus that it is indeed fine. It isn't though. That's the other part of the reason why the sight of the ski center swishing by has her heart rate shooting up. She has to pee. She knew right at the start of the day that she would need to pee before they got out in the tracks, which is why she likes the ski center. They have nice single-person bathrooms, and no risk of getting interrupted or people hearing her … go. But this rogue, out in the wild, far from civilization (okay, ten minutes from the city, probably three from the ski center) was not likely to have any sort of bathroom. But it's fine. She'd gone plenty out in the woods when she was younger, just squatting down and letting it flow. She could do that. It's fine. "Okay, we're here," Marcus says, pulling up the handbrake with a creak, and turning off his old Toyota. "I'll get the skis out, see if you can find the start of the track, should be over by that, uh, what's it called, hut?" "The windbreak?" Avery says, looking to where Marcus is pointing and the small wooden structure nestled between the trees. Marcus snaps his fingers, "That's it. The track should start there." 'Should start there', Avery thinks, the ache in her bladder making her more annoyed than she usually gets by Marcus's hit-or-miss attitude to everything. She trudges over to the windbreak, the swishing sound of her snow pants rubbing together the only thing breaking the silence around her. At least there's no sign of there being anyone else here. The track is where Marcus said it would be, and it looks like someone's been avid with the upkeep. "It’s here!" she calls back to Marcus, who gives her a thumbs up, both pairs of skis held firmly under one arm as he picks up a backpack from the trunk and slamming it shut. She has to tell him she needs to pee before they hit the track. She can feel her cheeks start to burn at the thought of telling him, hoping that the cool winter air will keep her skin from turning crimson. "The guy who recommended this track said that the shortest circuit is about one hour, and we get back right over there behind the wood, uh … ” “Windbreak.” “—the windbreak, yeah. So, do you need to go pee before we get going? I’m sorry there’s no bathroom, but there’s literally not a soul, other than us, here.” No amount of arctic winds could keep her cheeks from turning red after that. Marcus and Avery have known each other for most of their lives, and they’ve always shared a love for being out in nature. In the summer they go on long hikes—that Avery carefully plans to hit bathrooms along the way—and in the winter they go skiing. Avery realizes that she’s been stupid to assume that Marcus hadn’t picked up on her bathroom habits along the way, but he just seems so … scatterbrained most of the time so she just didn’t think he noticed those kinds of things. “Uh, I— yeah. I’ll—” Avery stammers out, pointing her thumb towards the windbreak. “Behind there. Just— keep a lookout, for people.” “Will do,” Marcus says, smiling at her. Oh God, that was so awkward, Avery thinks, making her way behind the windbreak and unbuttoning her snow pants, pulling them down, and squatting. The fabric of the snow pants bunches up between her legs, and it’s difficult to find a good position to sit in. The snow sinks down, and she almost loses her balance. The cold air feels strange against her skin, and it’s— no, she can’t do it. She can’t relax enough to get even a drop out, and when she hears a twig snap somewhere inside the woods she quickly stands up and gets her clothing back on. Her bladder throbs in protest. “You're the one who wouldn’t let anything out damn it, stop complaining,” she grumbles to her bladder under her breath. When she gets back out from behind the windbreak Marcus has already strapped on his skis and is tightening the wrist straps on his ski poles to fit snuggly around his wrists. “See, told you there’s no one out here,” he says, flailing his ski poles out into the air. “You good to go?” Shit, he thinks I’ve gone. I mean, of course he thinks that, why wouldn’t he? I was probably back there for way too long. Just, play it cool, Avery. “Yeah, just gotta strap these bad boys on,” she says, grabbing for the skis stuck down into the snow, promptly knocking them over. Play it cool damn it, not … whatever that was. Marcus just laughs, and after a couple of minutes, they are on their way. It’s a really beautiful day, snow crystals shimmering in the air, the late morning sun shining through the trees, casting long shadows across the ski tracks. Marcus is in front of her, keeping a good pace, his strides long and even. Avery is glad that he can’t see her, cause she is decidedly not taking any long and even strides, every try at lengthening her legs making her abdomen pull tight over her aching bladder. “There’s a pretty steep hill up ahead, Ave. Alright if I work up some momentum? I wanna skate up,” Marcus calls back at her. “Yeah, go ahead, I’ll catch up,” Avery answers, even just the act of shouting, the tensing of her core, making her bladder feel even fuller. I’m not going to make it. What was I thinking?? We’re barely even ten minutes in, and he said that the track is an hour long, and that’s just to get back to where we parked. She looks around her in panic. Marcus is already well on his way up the hill. She could just go off the track, into the forest. But … there are only thin, tall trees as far as she can see. Except—she looks up the hill where a majestic spruce tree is stretching up in the sky. She knows Marcus is going to be waiting at the top of the hill, and that he’ll give her that quizzical look of his when she runs behind the spruce to take care of business, but at this point, she doesn’t care anymore. She sets off, reaching the bottom of the hill, determined to get to the top as fast as possible. She stabs her ski poles into the snow, getting good leverage to push forward, but just as she pushes away there’s an explosion of warmth in her underwear. No, no, no, this is not happening, she thinks, her hands flying to her crotch, grabbing herself as hard as she can through the thick material, but there doesn’t seem to be any more pee forcing its way out. Shit, I tense up too much when pushing away, I’ll have to side-step. She gets off track and starts side-stepping up the hill. The positive thing about this method is that there’s no extra pressure on her bladder. The negative thing is that it takes much longer, and time is not something she has any excess of right now. Not if she wants to make it out of this with at least part of her dignity intact. She’s halfway up the hill—almost getting hopeful—when an intense urge hits her. It almost feels like her bladder is fluttering, and Avery doesn’t know much about bladders, but she’s pretty sure they are not supposed to do that. She’s never felt her bladder do that. She freezes up at the unfamiliar sensation, she doesn’t even dare to breathe, a vague fear that even the expansion of her lungs might be enough to push her bladder over the edge. The urge seems to pass, and she thinks it’s over, that she can get the rest of the way up the hill without incident. Then she feels it, the tell-tale tingling of urine trying to make its way out, and with it, a swooping sense of dread settling low in her stomach when a gush of pee warms her underwear. She gasps, clenching as hard as she can, willing her bladder to hold on just a bit longer, and after a couple of more gushes, it seems to settle down again. She looks down at herself. If she didn’t have snow pants on she would surely see a wet spot spread across her crotch, reaching down the insides of her thighs, but so far the snow pants are not showing anything on the outside. She continues stepping up the hill, her breathing fast, and not only because of the effort needed to conquer the hill. The wetness in her underwear makes it feel almost impossible to keep holding it in. As if the escaped pee is teasing what’s still left in the bladder, urging it to come out. Avery feels her eyes start burning, tears gathering and rolling down her cheeks. The cold air stinging at the wet skin. She knows she’s at her limit, the tiny bit of control she has left stretching thinner and thinner. She reaches the top of the hill. Marcus is standing just a few feet off, looking out into the distance. Avery looks over at the dense spruce that would have given her all the privacy she needed, but it’s too late, her control snaps. It starts with a few hesitant spurts as if her bladder can’t believe it’s finally getting relief, questioning her decision to let it release under these circumstances, in front of someone, in her clothes. It doesn’t take long for her stream to pick up though, the relief after holding on for so long feels too good to resist, and she can hear a low, muffled hiss. She gasps, it’s so warm. It’s pouring down her legs now, soaking the thin tights she chose to wear underneath her snow pants, the fabric quickly becoming saturated. She leans onto her ski poles, seeking a bit of support, discreetly looking down at herself, panting as she keeps emptying her bladder, relief mixing with shame. I’m just standing here, wetting my pants like a child, how could I let this happen?? Her snow pants are still not showing any signs of what’s happening, except—oh no. There are a few drops making their way out of the bottom of her pant legs, yellowing the snow between her skis. The stream is tapering off, but Avery is still standing there in shock, tears dripping down onto the snow, breathing labored. The snow pants are feeling heavy, and her tights are sticking to her legs. “Ave?” She doesn’t want to look up. “The hill kicked your ass that bad?” Marcus laughs, but there’s a hint of worry in his voice. “Hey, Ave, what’s—” A loud sob stops Marcus from finishing his sentence, but it doesn’t stop him from hurrying over to her, leaning down to try and meet her gaze. To try and see what’s wrong. “Avery, what—did something happen? Are you hurt??” Marcus says, the concern in his voice only making Avery cry harder. “I-I’m sorry,” she gets out between sobs. “What are you talking about?” Marcus has his hand on her back now, rubbing it, trying to soothe her. “W-we need to turn back,” she says, sniffling, straightening up again. “Yeah, of course, Ave, I just— are you okay?” he says, and at the look he gives her, worry mingled with that sympathetic kindness that she has seen first-hand on numerous occasions, she knows that she wants to tell him. Even if her cheeks are heating before she even gets her mouth open. “I’m okay, I just—I need a change of clothes.” Marcus looks are her with confusion, his eyes scanning her body, all the way down to her feet before opening wider. “Oh …” he says, before breathing a sigh of relief. “God, Aves, I thought something was wrong, you had me really worried.” Marcus furrows his brows, “But I thought you—” “I-I couldn’t … go, back there. I guess I have a shy bladder or something, or I—I know that I have that. That’s why I usually plan ahead so I know there are bathrooms where we’re going.” “Yeah, I’ve sort of noticed that. Sorry that I changed the plans last minute, I didn’t know it was a big thing.” “No, it’s—I’m the one being difficult here,” Avery says, blushing. “I’m sorry, but could we—” she says, nodding towards where they came from. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go back,” Marcus says, stepping into the tracks again. “Can’t imagine it’s very comfortable being out in this cold with wet pants. And oh, I got my gym bag in the car, you could borrow my gym shorts? If you want.” As embarrassed as Avery is about this whole situation, she’s happy it happened with Marcus and not anyone else. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Now get going before I push you down the hill.” “Jeez, aggressive,” Marcus laughs, and pushes off, Avery following close behind.
  20. The show Community began airing in 2009, and had several episodes that were homages to different parts of pop culture. The episode this fanfic takes place in (season 3 episode 20) was an homage to video games in general. There are eight characters in this episode and I don’t want to write that many physical descriptions, so I’ll save everyone some time and just list the episode’s actual cast. Britta Perry: Gillian Jacobs Pierce Hawthorne: Chevy Chase Gilbert Lawson: Giancarlo Esposito Jeff Winger: Joel McHale Troy Barnes: Donald Glover Annie Edison: Alison Brie Abed Nadir: Danny Pudi Shirley Bennet: Yvette Nicole Brown. Britta didn’t know what to expect as she and her friends arrived at the location provided by Pierce. She had dressed simply today, a long sleeve black v-neck and dark blue jeans. She wore comfy converse and light blue bra and panties. Pierce had said he had some family business to attend to that he needed the study group’s help with, and so she came along with the rest of group. Pierce’s father, Cornelius Hawthorne, had been a terrible person, and Pierce’s mother had introduced him to a religion that was more akin to a pyramid scheme. So any “ family business” was bound to be weird and somewhat disturbing. But the study group had agreed to help anyway. Greendale’s most notorious study group had been invited to an odd warehouse by the executor of Cornelius Hawthorne’s will. The premise, as explained by Mr. Hawthorne’s assistant Gilbert, was simple; they were to play a video game of Cornelius Hawthorne’s own design. The study group took their seats and the game scanned each player’s likeness to create their avatar. Britta didn’t play video games often, but was familiar enough with how they worked. In any case, she would do anything to help her friends; even Pierce. After clearing the first room of enemies, the study group came across a floating head designed to imitate Cornelius. It welcomed the group to the game, and informed them that the stakes were higher than any of them expected: the winner would take all of Hawthorne’s estate. Britta was shocked by this. She had known Pierce’s father to be a horrible person, yet she thought he had still harbored at least some affection for his own son. The others around her exhibited similar feelings of shock, and Pierce began to panic. “Well, great. How do I fight you guys? Which button fights?” Pierce’s avatar ran around the screen trying to fight the rest of the group. “Pierce, stay in the game, stay in the game,” Abed said. “Pierce, calm down. Nobody's gonna fight you,” Jeff assured him. “Why not?” Pierce demanded. “Because when you're friends with someone for three years, it's weird to steal their family's money,” Troy said firmly. “And there wouldn't be a lot of sport in beating you. Look at yourself,” Abed added. “You're playing the game wrong.” Everyone jumped. Gilbert had just appeared, now playing the game as well. “You're not supposed to cooperate, you're supposed to compete.” “Thanks for the advice, but I think we can choose how we want to play.” Jeff retorted. “I suppose we can,” Gilbert said ominously. He opened his inventory and began to scroll. “Whoa. We can pick stuff up?” Troy asked in surprise. “This game is more complex than you can imagine. And aside from its programmers, who have all been deported back to China, I'm the one who knows how it works.” With that statement, Gilbert quickly and effectively killed the entire party- except for Pierce, who he buried alive. “Hey, look, buddy, I know it must have sucked being Colonel Sanders' manservant and all, but Pierce is technically our friend, and we're not gonna watch you screw him over,” Jeff said angrily while waiting to respawn. “Perhaps you should be asking yourselves how you intend to stop me,” Gilbert taunted. “How about if we come over there and kick your ass? Go get him, Troy.” Pierce said. “Be my guest. But 30 seconds after you leave your chairs, the weight sensors will recognize it as an automatic forfeit.” “Weight sensors?!” Shirley and Jeff exclaimed together. Britta was just as concerned about the weight sensors, but for different reasons. She had not visited a bathroom in a few hours and she already needed to pee a little bit. Maybe a six on a scale of ten. Britta had been intending to visit the bathroom upon arrival, but they had instead immediately started the game. She hadn’t even considered that they might not be able to take breaks after they began. Britta then mentally scolded herself for just thinking about her own needs when Pierce’s inheritance was on the line. Jeff rallied the troops to go back and fight Gilbert in the game, and she gladly joined the charge. When they had returned to the spot where Gilbert had beaten them however, they found no sign of him but a note. Abed read aloud, “After you've squandered the last of your savings, I'll watch you writhe, penniless in the gutter, through a telescope in the penthouse office of Hawthorne Tower." He paused, then said with complete sincerity “You can leave notes. This game is incredible.” Pierce’s avatar began to walk back in the direction they came from. “Pierce?” Shirley asked, worried about his sudden silence. He started burying himself alive next to where Gilbert had done so. Everyone voiced their support for him and Britta opened the hole he made and jumped down next to him. She tried to encourage him. “Pierce, so Gilbert knows a couple tricks. Big deal. We outnumber him. And most importantly, while he's fighting for greed, we're fighting for friendship, which means we can't lose, okay?” “Okay,” Pierce said, sounding slightly more hopeful. “Okay!” Britta then tried to hug Pierce, which turned out to be impossible because there is no hug button in this game. She did succeed in killing him a second time and sending him all the way back to spawn. “I guess there's no hug button…” Britta said sheepishly. The group then proceeded to advance through the game, eventually coming across a town. Abed asked the first NPC they saw how to beat the game, and she told him they would have to recover a white crystal and bring it to Castle Hawkthorne. Abed continued asking the NPC questions while the rest of the group split up to find supplies and experience points. Troy went with Pierce into the tavern, Annie and Shirley went to the blacksmith’s, and Jeff and Britta went into a mansion. “Check the desk. I'll check the dresser,” Jeff said after a quick glance around the room. Britta saw a crooked painting on the wall and walked over to it. “How do I straighten that painting?” She asked. “You can't. Stop playing like a girl,” Britta ignored Jeff’s remark, and then found a prompt labeled STRAIGHTEN MASTERPIECE. She hit the button and it revealed a secret room. “Stop playing like a girl?” Britta said smugly. “Here's the thing about women, Jeff. We don't hack and slash our way through life, because we're one with life.” Unbeknownst to her, Annie and Shirley were at that same moment murdering the blacksmith and his wife for supplies. The room Britta and Jeff found themselves in was full of odd ingredients and a cauldron. Britta started grabbing random ingredients. “Ooh, let’s see, I’ll put all of this in here, and then that, and then I’ll hit this,” she said, pressing a button and producing a bottle full of red liquid. She winced slightly at the sight of a bottle full of fluids as it reminded her of her growing need to relieve herself, now at about a 7/10. “What is it?” Jeff asked. “I assume, like, a strength potion.” “Then I assume it's poison,” he quipped. Jeff and Britta continued bickering as they exited the mansion to find Gilbert fighting the rest of the study group. “Oh, great! Gilbert!” Jeff exclaimed. Gilbert turned around and shot lightning at Jeff from his fingers. “Oh, great! Evil Jedi lightning Gilbert!” Jeff got knocked down, then saw Britta on the street and shouted, “Britta, drink that super strength potion you made!” Britta panicked, trying to quickly scroll through her inventory while Gilbert chased her, distracted all the while by the still mounting pressure in her bladder. Just before she could drink the potion, Gilbert killed her and took it from her. “Damn it, I thought we could count on Britta to not screw up drinking,” Jeff said. “This'll be fun,” Gilbert said with an evil laugh as he drank the potion he had stolen. His avatar started to pulse ominously. “What the hell?” He said, confused by the effect of the potion. “Here's hoping we can count on her to screw up making potions,” Jeff said triumphantly. Gilbert continued to pulse and started to flash red, then he melted into a pile of bones, dead. The group celebrated and set to work gathering more materials, as Gilbert was sure to respawn soon. Meanwhile, Britta had respawned and seen nothing of Gilbert’s defeat. All she saw was that she now had to run all the way back to the village to catch up with the others, and she was growing more desperate every second with no relief in sight. She crossed her legs tightly, and began the trek back to the group. By the time she had returned to the others, she was only using one hand on the controls, the other pressed deeply into her lap in an effort to slightly alleviate some of her discomfort. She was now at a definite 8/10 and every setback postponed the moment she could find relief. Britta saw that the rest of the group were all prepared to advance to the next stage of the game. She squirmed in her seat, rubbing her legs together and crossing them one over the other. She had to ask. “Guys, do you think there’s any way Gilbert would agree for us to take a break? I really have to pee.” The group groaned collectively. “Really Britta? Right now?” Troy asked. “There’s no way Gilbert would agree to a break. He’s been preparing for this for years, he’s not going to give up any advantages he has,” Annie said. “The weight sensors probably can’t be turned off at all. They even used it to make our avatars,” Abed added. “Damn it Britta, just get your head in the game and power through. Gilbert already has a major advantage, we can’t let him win,” Jeff said. “Alright, fine. forget I said anything. Let’s just play this stupid game and win this stupid inheritance,” Britta conceded. Abed stayed in the village with the blacksmith’s daughter, and the rest of the group moved on. Troy, as the most experienced in gaming, cleared through the levels and led the rest of the group onward. Britta held her own reasonably well even with her bladder full to bursting. The group slowly progressed, making it all the way to the castle that was their objective. Where they found Gilbert once again waiting for them. “You again?” Annie asked with hostility. “Now I’ll have that crystal,” said Gilbert threateningly. “I think you'll have this!” Annie shouted as she shot lightning at Gilbert. Her aim was off though, and she hit Britta instead, instantly killing her. Britta jumped in her seat, the surprise shaking her concentration long enough for a two second spurt of urine to slip out. She seriously contemplated forfeiting the game now and letting her friends finish it themselves. After all, they were right at the end. There’s no way Gilbert could kill all of them. Seconds later, Gilbert had killed all of them. Jeff hopped out of his chair and stormed to where Gilbert was sitting. “What the hell, Gilbert? You're cheating, which I have no problem with, but you're getting caught, and that's not cool!” Pierce joined Jeff where he stood, and said “Yeah, don't be a knob. That inheritance is rightfully mine!” “Rightfully?” Gilbert almost whispered the word. “I'm his son.” “So am I,” Gilbert said, annunciating every word. “Do you remember your childhood nanny, Etta? Well, Etta had a hot cousin. My mother.” Britta gasped, in equal parts shock at Gilbert’s words and because she let out another, even longer spurt. Her panties felt wet beneath her, and when her hand shot to her jeans she felt the warm wetness on her fingers. She managed to stem the flow and return her attention to Gilbert’s speech. “So you see, Pierce, I am your half-brother, and I am more your father's son than you ever were, so shut up and play the game.” A voice was coming from Jeff’s and Pierce’s consoles, counting down to the moment they would be disqualified for leaving their seats. They sat back down, and everyone respawned at the beginning of the game. Jeff looked around the spawn point at the group and said, “Okay, look, I know things seem hopeless because he's all the way to the castle with the crystal and we're starting over, but here's the thing... we're better at this game now. We've died and been reborn, and that makes us heroes!” The group rallied at those words and charged out of the room, only to immediately get killed by the enemies at spawn. At that moment, Britta’s resolve gave out. She felt numb, and then she felt warm. Very warm. Urine was steadily streaming out of her, soaking through her panties and saturating her jeans. Britta jammed her hands between her legs and squeezed her thighs together in a last ditch effort to regain control, but all that accomplished was wetting her hands and spreading a wide stain across the front of her pants as the pee covered her legs. A pale yellow stream pooled in her chair, spreading simultaneously up the back of her jeans to her waistband and dripping to the floor in loud drops. The pee that wasn’t dripping onto the floor was streaming down her legs, pooling in her converse shoes. The noise alerted the rest of the group, who instantly realized what was happening. “Britta!” Shirley gasped, shocked. “Are you seriously peeing your pants?” Annie asked, sounding incredulous. Jeff for once seemed at a loss for words. Britta simply sat in wet silence as pee continued to pour out of her, finally tapering off after an agonizing minute. No one spoke for a moment, then Jeff said “Nobody blames you Britta. We should blame Gilbert.” “What?” Britta had expected the group to make fun of her. They always made fun of each other, but she and Pierce were usually the ones who took the brunt of the teasing m. Maybe it was because the stakes were so high, or maybe Jeff was simply more sympathetic to her accident than she’d expected. “Yeah, what else could you have done? The only way you could have avoided this would have been to get up and forfeit the game, giving Gilbert all the more advantages while he tries to screw over our friend. So no. You should not be ashamed. Your wet pants will be a symbol of your love for your friends, and a mark of how far you’re willing to help them. Now let’s go win Pierce’s inheritance!” The group had been slightly rejuvenated by Jeff’s speech, and charged forward again in a race to beat Gilbert. The mood was still grim though. He had a huge head start on them, and none of them had any idea how to beat him. “I guess the fact that we're still playing means he hasn't won yet,” Annie said hopefully. “Yeah, but what's the point? He'll just keep cheating until he wins,” Pierce said. Britta’s wet jeans were rapidly cooling, and every time she shifted in her seat she felt ripples through the puddle that still filled her chair. She turned her attention back to the screen, and noticed that the familiar forest they were walking through was now filled with stumps instead of full grown trees. “Why are all the trees cut down?” They emerged into what used to be the village, but now contained a massive grand hotel sized building. “Isn't this where Abed's village was?” Troy asked. “Hello, old friends.” Abed came out of the building and greeted the rest of the group, the NPC they had encountered earlier behind him. “You remember Hilda,” Abed said. “I live in the village. I love Abed,” Hilda said. “Did she just say your name?” Jeff asked in disbelief. “Yeah, if you max out a character's trust and affection levels, you can gain access to a front-end scripting language. Watch.” Abed then took them on a tour of his new estate, full of gold he had mined by manipulating the game’s code. He had every resource imaginable, and the study group put it to good use. They found Gilbert at the throne of Hawkthorne, but he had not yet won. At the throne was the prerecorded avatar of Cornelius Hawthorne himself. Cornelius had planned that if Gilbert were to win, he had to sign a legally binding agreement to deny all claim to the Hawthorne name. Cornelius refused even in death to acknowledge his son. Gilbert couldn’t bring himself to sign the agreement, and Cornelius turned on him to become the game’s final boss. The study group arrived upon that scene, and Cornelius upgraded himself accordingly. They managed to beat him with the power of teamwork (and Abed’s giant army of his NPC family) only to see Gilbert despairing that he had not truly beaten the game. The study group decided unanimously to stand up and forfeit the game. When Britta stood, she felt the cold puddle of her own pee she had been sitting in run down her legs in streams. She grimaced at the feeling, but was at least glad to have gotten out of the puddle. She joined the rest of the group huddled around Gilbert’s chair. “I'm not the one that beat you,” she heard Gilbert say. “Yes, you are,” Pierce replied. Gilbert looked up to see the group standing around him. “We're forfeiting,” Britta said, doing her very best to look dignified in her current soaked state. “Gilbert, you're right. You were more his son than me. You took all his crap and you didn't even get to take his name,” Pierce told him. “He once sat on me in church just so he could see better,” Gilbert said bitterly. “We've only been playing this game a couple of hours. You've been playing it your whole life, and now it's time for your reward, brother. So get in there and kill our dad.” “Thank you, Pierce,” Gilbert responded to him. Gilbert returned his attention to the game, and killed the final boss. Gilbert then stood up and collected his briefcase. He turned to address the group, “I'd like to thank you again for today and offer my apologies for my conduct. I wasn't myself. Family can make a person do a lot of crazy things.” The group all accepted Gilbert’s apology, having finally understood the effect that Cornelius had had on both him and Pierce. “If it would make it up to any of you in any way, there's a bar in town called Skeepers, and I hear they make a specialty drink... a Margarita, in fact, and it's served in a glass an entire yard long. My treat,” Gilbert said, still trying to atone for his actions. “Score,” Britta said enthusiastically before looking down at her jeans, pee stain on full display. “I might be a minute. I need to take a long shower first,” she amended, feeling that just as Jeff had said, the stain was not something to be ashamed of, but a mark of how much she cared for her friends. In any case, she still had some cleaning up to do.
  21. I recently started a new job traveling around the state to deliver documents for a title company. It's not a bad job and I get paid well. Last week I was running late and was tired and had a long 2 hour drive ahead of me so I stopped quickly for gas and something to eat. I decided I needed a big coffee to be alert and I also got my favorite Arizona iced tea. I got into the trip with a great podcast and everything was going great. Around an hour into the drive I started to receive warning signs from my bladder but knew that soon there was an exit to a gas station I usually stopped at. As the minutes passed it began to get uncomfortable and I sat up straight and squeezed my.legs to make sure I made it. I saw the sign to pull off but as I approached, the exit was coned off and shut down. A portable sign read (Next exit 14 miles). Panic set in an I clenched ally Kegan muscles realizing it was going to be a possible problem. I was now about 30 minutes from my exit for delivery but I knew I needed to stop asap. Just then a call came in checking status for the document I had as it was needed right away...the pressure from work added to the desperate situation that was growing. Panic amd anxiety pushed me almost to tears fearing thr worst. By now the emergency signals were radiating from my bladder. I looked frantically on my.phone for services at the next exit. There was a small park and ride with no facilities and 2 miles further was a strip mall with dollar tree, and a diner. I decided the diner would be my best chance and mustered all my control to make it. As I neared the exit the pulsating waves of alarm became almost dizzying. I turned off and as i hit a red light I bounced in my seat holding myself. I looked over to see a family stating at my display of absolute frantic desperation. Leaned foreward darting eyes from the road to my pants to make sure I was dry. Finally I saw the strip mall and sped up, oh God made it I said through clenched teeth. I don't think I even hit the brake as I pulled into the first spot at the diner. And slammed the car in park. I darted from the car half bent over rushing and holding myself, what a scene I was making. I hit the front door and it flew open slamming the wall. I was stopped my the hostess and I had to use all.my strength to stop and gasp bouncing from foot to foot and ask for the restroom. I felt my hand get warm and i gasped again using every ounce of control i had to stop the leak. Seeing the situation the hostess promptly directed me and I was off. My Head down in sheer determination and desperation. I rounded the corner of the hallway that said restrooms and pushed up thinking I would enter the women's door and it was locked. I gained composure for about 3 seconds and as I heard a flush my body rejected my efforts and for a moment I wasn't in control anymore. it was as if time stood still. I knocked urgently and then it happened every muscle spammed and my body was involuntarily directed to evacuate my bladder. I moaned in pain as My crotch erupted with heat spreading rapidly back and up my jeans as my panties filled with piss before it could even absorb. The door opened and I stumbled past the lady exiting, who gave my pants a glare, by now feeling the warmth rush across the back of my legs and down past my knees. I codnt even lock the door as I fumbled with my button and zipper. Before I evenanaged that the warmth wrapped around my ankles and I felt.my boots begin filling with hot pee. I sat down without managing to remove my pants and finally let go. The relief as I finally relaxed was interuppted when the door swung open and a family waiting for the restrooms caught a look at this absolute disaster. After the flood was over immediately panic set in as I looked down and saw the worst pee accident I could have ever imagined. I stood up and began to try and paper towel my pants. It wasn't working.. the reality set in and the sound of dozens of people in the diner got louder and louder. Someone knocked on the door.. my face was flush red and I was frozen. Another knock more aggressive." Occupied" I mumbled. Another knock," hello" I heard. "Occupied" I said. Panicking. "Hello! Is someone in there? We have patrons waiting to use the restroom mam" "just a moment" I looked up I to the mirror at myself red in the face and a clear wet patch from the top of.my zipper down the front of my.legs. I shivered at the sight I turned and saw a wet patch that surprisingly made its way up to and across my back pockets and soaked the entire way down the back of both legs. Only a small strip on the sides of both legs remained dry. I slipped jeans down to see my baby blue panties soaked across the entire bum and the front up to the elastic... I cod hear my heart pounding in.my ears as another angry knock broke the sound. Tears filled my eyes as I turned the handle and eyes on the floor walked hastily out of the women's room. I was so distracted I walked past the door and had to turn around. As I looked up I saw the dozens of eyes glaring at my pants. Smirks, and chuckles followed me oit the door. As I made my way to my car I watched a van pull in an saw all eyes glaring. Finally at my car I fumbled around to find something anything to sit on. I heard someone behind me say look look, over there oh gosh that girl peed her pants. I found some grocery bags and sat down and got.out of there as fast as I could. Back on the road I stl had my delivery to.make... knowing the people I was delivering to there was no way I could walk in like this. I made it to the exit and pulled into a Walmart. I could smell coffee and pee and felt humiliated. I was sitting in soaked jeans and had to made a delivery my phone began to ring ND the number was the receiving office surely wondering.my I wasn't there. By now I was an hour late. Another call came in and it was the main office I worked at. I picked up the call. I was told the receiving office was in a meeting and needed the document and wanted to know how long I would be. I told them I got held up on the drive by an "accident" and was almost there. I hung up and called the o ly person I could think of. My mom answered and I broke down. " sobbing i cried Mom I I didn't make it and and I peed my pants, I couldn't make it and I really peed pants...I don't have any other clothes and I I have to go to the west state office right now.. " "oh gosh honey, it's ok, it's ok accidents happen, where are you?" I explained I was at Walmart. She said, ok it's going to be hard but it will be over soon, this happened to me once. Do you have a jacket or sweatshirt? "I don't know" I cried. "OK the accident happened, it's going to be hard but you need to take care of it now. Can you get out and look in your trunk for something?" "I I think so" I looked around fiercely and opened the door the wet fabric clung to my legs as I stood up. I went to the trunk and popped it, there was only an old t-shirt and papers and jumper cables. "Mom there's nothing! There nothing.. I begin sobbing as I plopped back down o to the plastic bags feeling the damp fabric. "Honey your going to have to go in amd buy some new clothes. I. Sorry but it's your only choice...how much time do.you have?. "I need to be there asap they are waiting for.me!!.. oh.my God no..." "It's ok honey it happened to me once and I had to walk in and buy new panties and pants. It's ok.." "I can't mom I just can't,..." Another call came in. And a text. We need an ETA now this is time sensitive!.. The pressure from the office finally pushed me to decide. "OK mom I, I have to go get dry pants." "Your going to be ok, it's not as bugaboo deal as it feels like hun, call me when you get back" "OK thanks.mom" I took one last look at my jeans and just made a move. I got out and felt my soggy jeans cling to my legs as I hastily walked toward the door. I did my best to ignore the snickers and stares. I approached the women's clothing section and being somewhat hidden took a moment to select a pair of jeans that would fit well. Then I moved to the panties isles and found a pack of x-small Hanes bikini panties and turned to the front. I hid behind a rack and waited for an open register. I scurried to the line but as I got there a mom and her kids pulled in behind me. I did my best to ignore them feeling the stares and heard a smallest ask mommy did that girl have an accident.."shhh" I walked directly Into the women's room catching my last stare from a lady as I entered the closest stall. I peeled off my jeans and saw my blue panties were drenched. I pulled them off and opened the pack and slipped on dry panties. I could tell the ladies coming in and out were curious about the heap of wet pants and panties and the pack of new panties on the floor as I tried to hastily get this done. Finally I was adjusted and place my wet clothes in the bag and walked out dry, normal, but still red in the face. I made.my delivery and got home. What an embarrasing adventure...
  22. A short word before we begin. I haven't really felt motivated to write this story, so I don't know how long it'll be before I update it. Character Subject- Willow (POV), Emma Point of View- 1st Person (Female) Contents- Desperation, Wetting, Dirty Talk, Bathroom Control Genre- Fiction Chapter 3: Overcast I'm standing in the backyard of my house, also known as my little goth garden. Adorned by all sorts of black or dark colored plants, the fence surrounded by tall red rose bushes for some extra privacy. My favorite would have to be the queen of the night tulips that I'm currently tending to- basically just dark purple tulips, but a simple change in shade is good enough for me. Too bad we can't get one of those flowers that looks like a skull. That'd be awesome! Watering and trimming my plants feels so soothing. Plants are so nice. You take care of them, they grow. Your nice to them, they are nice to you. Plants don't judge you for who you are. I love plants so much... “Grow up big and strong, ok?” I whisper to one of the tulips I tended to. Yeah, it sounds funny to talk to a plant like that, but studies have shown that it's actually helpful to encourage plant growth. It'll still be super embarrassing if someone caught me doing it though. I hear a playful giggle from the side and jump away from it, arms over my waist. “Sorry! I mean... um...” “I'm quite sorry, love. Did I startle you?” Emma said as she approached me. I nod at her. Emma widened her arms with her trademarked soft smile. I dived right into her chest, and we shared an embrace. She's so nice to me. What did I ever do to deserve that? “Are you almost done here?” “Yeah. Just finishing up.” I said. “Good. There's something that I'd like to discuss with you when your done.” Emma said. Oh god, what did I do? Is she mad at me? Is she finally done putting up with me? “Don't worry, Willow. I'm sure this is something you've wanted to discuss as well.” She must have noticed the worry on my face. “Oh... ok.” I collect my gardening tools and follow Emma out. She notices and steps around the large, decorative rock. I, instead, meet it with my foot and stumble forward, flailing my arms out to catch my balance. Yes, after watching Emma notice and avoid it. I slow to a stop hopping on one leg. “Sorry I bumped into you!” I turn to and apologize to the rock. I knelt in front of it to dust the dirt my shoe left on it off. “Are you quite aright, love?” Emma said. Emma, I just apologized to a rock I tripped over... My response is an awkward smile. She examined me for a moment, then smiled back. Emma turned on the spot and slid open the glass and screen door to our house, letting me inside before entering herself to close it. As she neared the couch, she looked over her shoulder with another smile. This one unlike the last, much more, raunchy, paired with those bedroom eyes. Oh... that's what she meant. I felt the redness on my cheeks immediately, along with a tinge of excitement. Emma looked ahead again, with one of her light, airy giggles. “Just what is it that your thinking right now, love? Hmm? Is that head of yours filled with dirty thoughts?” She teased. Love it when she does that... “Yeah...” I said. Emma turned and sat down on the couch, extending an arm with an upturned, palm next to her. Of course I took the seat, and leaned against her. She wrapped an arm around me in return. I nuzzled my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. She's warm. Both in body and action. It's nice... I'm not used to this. “That's a good thing, love. We haven't had much of a chance to discuss our wee fetish lately. That's something I'd like to indulge with you in.” “I've been meaning to talk to you about that too.” I said. When it comes to BDSM, we match pretty well. Emma is against physical torture, like using whips and stuff, but I'm much more into the psychological aspects anyways, like dirty talk, control, dominating positions, and especially humiliation. We both agree that a little bit of playful spanking and bondage is nice sometimes too. When it comes to watersports, I think that I'm more into desperation and wetting for myself. Even when I was doing it alone, wettings always feel just a little bit humiliating. Which I love... And watching Emma wet herself on purpose for me was amazing too. Watching her wee... I mean, pee, was nice, but not my favorite. I think that circumstances of us peeing together in that hedge maze made it sexier then it would have been normally. But what about her? I opened my eyes. “Mmm. I'd very much like to hold my wee for you again, love. I enjoy the feeling of oceans of wee sloshing around in my bladder to the point that it feels like I could very well burst. I like that very, very much.” Emma said. “Yeah, I like holding my pee in a lot too. And wetting myself. Especially if I did it for you.” I mimed her thought, though in a much less descriptive and sophisticated way. “Then why don't we do it together, love?” Emma said. “At the same time? That sounds nice. We could see who loses control first.” I said. “I'm not very competitive, love. I was thinking more...” Emma lowered her lips to my ears and whispered into them. “...Your not allowed to wee until I do. Is that clear?” I felt the smile curl on my face. “Yes, mommy!” “Good, my naughty little love.” Emma giggled. “Though, we should both wee first. Start fresh.” I nodded. We both did. Neither felt very exciting, since neither of us had to go at all, but we still watched each other. Since this is the first time we did this in front of the other without bursting bladders, it wasn't easy, but we managed. Then, we returned to the couch to cuddle up again. And here we have the boring part. Drinking water, about two liters of it each, and waiting for an hour while chatting light. Nothing special happened. My bladder filled and I presume hers did too. I'd be looking for a toilet if I was in public now, but still felt it was ignorable if need be. Sparks trailed down my spine. Anticipation. I knew what was coming. And I couldn't wait. What a nice day, alone with my wife, doing such kinky things with her. I wondered if I should start the control aspect of this now. It's not like I really have to go, but... it's not like it's about that anyways. “Mommy? Can I go use the potty?” I said. “What's this? You need to wee already? What a tiny, tiny bladder you must have.” Emma said, her voice harsh, but still soft, and still every bit as elegant as I expected a proper lady like her to be. “...So... um...” I look away. “I'm an adult, so I can handle a little bit of wee in bladder. So, until I decide to go, your just going to have to hold it.” Emma said. Dear god, she's good at this, and I love it so... “Ok, mommy. I'll hold it in.” I said. “Good. Do try to act like an adult. I know how difficult that is for you.” Emma said. She collected our spent water bottles to deposit into the trash can. The blare of the door bell interrupted our kinky little moment. God, who the hell is that even? It's not like I have any friends or even know anybody except Emma... And she's busy, so I guess I should answer this... I swung open our front door to reveal a middle aged woman wearing a fancy, sparkling red dress, a pearl necklace, and matching high heels. What the hell? She looks like she's ready to go to a ball. Her long, brown hair perfectly kept, straight and in line, her stern brown eyes glaring at me, with little to no facial movements. It doesn't seem like resting bitch face to me. I think she's really glaring at me, a total stranger, with contempt. “Oh, I am very sorry. I thought that this was the residence of my daughter.” She said, her voice refined and elegant. She has a very slight accent, but I can't pin down where from. It's a tad familiar. “Who's your...” I began, but Emma crept up behind me. “Hello, mother. What are you doing here?” Emma said. This is her mom? She's never talked about her parents before. Obviously, I've never met them. She's never met mine, either. And that's for the better. “Oh, what a rude daughter I raised. That's the first thing you say after we fly in to see you? Who taught you that? Certainly not me!” Emma's mother said. ...Whoa. That's... not very nice. “I apologize, mother. How have you been?” Emma said. Though, she never got to answer. A middle aged man stepped in front her, wearing a gray suit and sporting a bit of a potbelly. Trimmed brown hair, brown eyes... I think I can guess who this is. “Sorry to butt in, but I really need to drown a brown here.” He spoke quite soft as well, but with none of the elegance or grace of the ladies that are not me. While Emma and her mother's accent are both pretty subdued, his blared at full force. But if I couldn't guess this was Emma's dad, I wouldn't have been able to tell he was British by his voice alone. Accents are funny like that, huh? Emma guided her father's sight down the hall with the movement of her arm, to a cracked open door. “Our quest bathroom is at the end of the hall, father.” Emma said. “Thank you, dear.” He nodded, then sped off. What a difference between him and his wife. What the hell does he see in her? Emma's mother stepped inside and Emma closed the door for her. “Well! Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?” Emma's mother said. Oh. My. God. Again with the 'just close friends' shit! All of my life! “Mother, this is Willow. Willow, this is my mother.” Emma said. “Olivia. The pleasure is all yours.” Her mother said in the snootiest way possible while, quite literally I might add, sticking her nose up. “Emma and I are wi...” I began, but a swift, but subtle elbow to my side silenced me. “She's my roommate.” Emma said. ...What? I'm just your roommate? Is she ashamed of me? Why did I do wrong? I kinda just... stopped., dejected. “Looks like someone never grew out off their goth phase.” Olivia said. I am NOT in the mood for that 'goth phase' bullshit right now. “Looks like someone never grew out of their pretentious bitch phase.” I said. “Willow! Don't talk to my mother like that!” Emma said. Why on Earth are you defending her? And not me! “Oh my word. Someone's lacking in manners.” Olivia said. “Girl, you need to look in a mirror sometime.” I said. “Willow!” Emma asserted. “I suppose that, someone like you, would think such things. But it isn't rude to call out another for being rude. Only to start it.” Olivia said. I... really don't know what to say. You DID start this. But I can't argue with her, she wouldn't listen... I couldn't say nothing either... So I just kinda... Leaned forward, clenched my fingers at her, bore my false fangs, and hissed at her. “Oh my! What... what is that?” Olivia stepped away, surprised. “Willow? Don't... don't hiss at my mother?” Emma tilted her head, looking at me more confused then anything. We heard a toilet flush. “Oh, bloody hell!” We heard a British man swear. “What is it, Arthur?” Olivia called out. “The brown has been drowned! But it doesn't seem to want to leave.” We heard. ...Really? Is the first thing you do when coming here clog one of our toilets? Sounds about right with how today's going. At least Arthur was nice enough to clean up what he could, but, now, we need to call a plumber. And, dear god, the smell... the nasty, lingering smell... We all sat down on the couch, in order of, left to right, Arthur, Olivia, Emma, and me. Arthur slung an arm around his wife. After not even letting me tell them that we're married, I knew I couldn't do the same with Emma. She even managed to slip her ring off without being noticed. I looked at mine and sighed. I'd do the same, but I can't be bothered. The three British people chatted, catching up, while I couldn't seem to muster up any words, mostly wallowing in self pity. They all sat up straight with perfect posture, more like a wet noddle, almost melding into the couch. I can't believe she did that. I don't get it. Why would she do that... Around this time, I realized something. We both drank about two liters of water and never let it out. I've gotta go pretty bad now, my bladder tense. I shifted my knees side to side a bit. I knew Emma wouldn't show any signs until she was bursting, but I checked anyways, only to be just as disappointed as I expected. Even though I wasn't contributing to the conversation, I didn't have it in me to get up and leave. It'd give Olivia an parting shot. I can hold it anyways. I'm sure Emma felt held hostage by the conversation. I couldn't imagine being her, interrupting her mother so she could go. She's too polite for that, even if it wasn't her mother. So we both held on. “You've been rather quite, girl.” Olivia said. I thought she was talking to me, so I paid more attention. That amounted to me glancing towards her. “What is that you do for a living?” Arthur said, with genuine curiosity. “I'm a botanist.” I said. I didn't feel like saying anything more then I had to. “Oh, jolly good. What sort of activities does that entail?” Arthur said. “I mostly cross breed various strains of plants to make them more useful for us. Drought resistant, weather resistant, more bountiful harvests, more insect resistant so we can use less pesticides, that sort of thing.” I said. “What nice achievements for human kind! Emma here, has been obsessed with the ocean and everything in it since a wee young age.” Arthur said. I pulled my legs in. Ow... water. And for Emma, the mention of wee too. I still don't associate that word with urine much, even though she almost always uses it when she's referring to urine. “She was even on the swim team when she was in school. Never brought home more then a silver medal.” Olivia said. ...But even that's really good! What the hell is wrong with this woman? I still can't read Emma's face. Maybe I can see a tiny bit of strain, but even that is so faint that I didn't know if I was imagining it or not. Noticeably, the father isn't saying anything either. So, he just lets his wife emotionally beat up on his daughter? “Maybe if she applied herself more. Might have brought that GPA above 3.9 as well.” ...I hate you so much. I considered leaving for our private toilet just to get out of here for a minute. It's not like it'd be an excuse... my bladder's screaming at me right now, wondering why I'm not emptying it when I have open access to a toilet. I just... don't wanna bother though... I'm drained. And the feeling of a full bladder is the only nice thing about this. ...Even if it would be SUPER embarrassing for her parents to learn about how much I enjoy that... “Do you happen to have a garden as well?” Arthur said. I nod. It's probably too goth for your tastes. People judge you for happening to like dark colors. Treat you like a freak for some reason. “Would you show it to me? I happen to enjoy a bit of gardening myself.” I point a finger at the glass screen door. Please stop talking. I don't want to. I don't... have the energy to. “What? Your not going to give him a tour? What a rude girl my daughter has for a roommate!” Olivia said. I am going to strangle you. With my bare hands. And watch the life drain out of your eyes. Emma started to raise. “It's quite alright, I can handle this myself.” Arthur said. He exited to my garden, sliding the door shut behind him and Emma sat back down. “We've lost him. He'll be there for hours.” Emma said. “Would you show me to your water closet?” Olivia said. “Personal homes in the states don't have water closets, mother. Only bathrooms.” Emma said. “Well, you don't need to split hairs, dear!” Olivia stood up, grabbing her purse. “I'm sorry. Let me show you to the master bathroom.” Emma did as well. I could feel my skin burn as Olivia's mother glared at me, as if waiting for something. “Your not coming with?” Olivia said. It's not a public bathroom where we girls all always go together. “You don't need two people to show you.” I said. “Hmph. I see that ring on your finger. Must be divorced! No man would want to deal with such a rude girl!” Olivia said. Ew. Men. But I've had enough. “Shut the fuck up.” I said, more calmly then I thought I would. Olivia froze, as if she never expected anyone to talk to her like that. She didn't retort- simply rushed off. Emma didn't say a word either. I sighed. She's going yell at me over that later, isn't she? Whatever. I don't care. The tension in my bladder is starting to feel serious. I'm fighting stronger waves more and more, the kind that don't really have a chance unless I let them win but are still distracting, and moving my rump side to side in my seat. Oh... Olivia's in our only functional bathroom now. She won't be long. I hope. I can hold it. I hope. Emma returned, not to the couch, where I was hoping I could hold her for some much needed comfort for the both of us, but to the kitchen. I got up to follow her... Oh shit! I danced on the spot and crossed my legs. My bladder must be more full then I thought it was... Standing up straight hurts it a little, but it's not crushing it yet. After adjusting to this, I make it to Emma with ease. I see her, leaning her head against a low hanging cabinet, eyes closed and arms limp. She let out a sigh. ...Even if I can't read her face, I can tell how she's feeling now. ...I feel so selfish. I'm a terrible wife... All this time, I was more worried about how I was feeling about her mother. How she was treating me. But... Emma's dealt with her bullshit for all of her life. And her dad... doesn't seem bad, at first. But he enables the mother. Doesn't say a word when she hurts their daughter. And seems neglectful, if accidentally. I'd know from experience. I always thought that Emma was a naturally classy and elegant lady. But now I realize how much of that was beaten into her by her mother. I curled my arms around Emma from behind, hugging her. She opened her eyes, looking back over her shoulder at me with that soft smile, before returning the hug. I feel healed already. “Please don't hold me too tight, love. I need a wee so badly.” Emma whispered to me. Hey, it's your back that's pressed against my bladder right now... Not that I'm complaining. “Me too. But we'll have our chance to go soon.” I said. “I'm very sorry about how I acted earlier, love. But I... I can't tell you how my parents will react to us. ...They've only seen me date men.” Emma said. “I really needed to hear that...” I nuzzled my head on her shoulder, my worries absolved. Perhaps I had them for nothing. But I'm like that. “...uh, the first part. Your mom sucks.” “...I know, Willow. I... I know...” Emma said. After our moment, we stood in the kitchen, waiting to hear footsteps approaching from our bedroom. But that didn't happen. My bladder's so full now... I'm shaking side to side, crossing and uncrossing my legs, sometime bouncing up and down. I'm bursting... And Emma? I can see the concentration on her face. The slight effort that she couldn't hide, suggesting how she needed to clench to remain dry. Nice. She still stood still, but I noticed her legs clamped tighter then normal. “...Willow, I may have neglected to mention earlier that my mother is infamous for taking ages in the bathroom.” Emma said. ...What? “You don't say?” I try to maintain a cool composure, but I'm dancing, and I'm sure she can see that. “This went rather poorly, didn't it?” Emma said. “It's getting really bad, but I can hold it. How about you?” I said. “Same here. I do hope she doesn't take too much longer. But I know her...” Emma said. “Do we have a...” I began. A single drip of urine stained my panties, and I leaned forward, crossing my legs tighter. “...c-choice?” “I suppose not.” Emma said. Her expression turned harsh. “It looks like the little girl needs a potty.” Should we? No. Her parents are in the other room. But fuck it! I WANT to. Should not be damned. I want SOMETHING to go right today! “Yes, mommy. I need to go potty so bad...” I still whispered though. I'm not that brave! “Can I go?” “Someone else is using the toilet right now. And if it was empty, you'd still need to wait for me.” Emma said. “...But! Mommy! I really need to go!” I whined quietly. “Even so. Hold it.” Emma said. “But...” “Hold. It. In. Or your getting a spanking.” Emma said. I looked at my feet and clenched my hands, feeling the combined aroused from both of my fetishes. “Ok, mommy!” I said. My bladder kept on filling, adding even more drops of water to the oceans it held, stretching its walls tight. I can't sit still. I'm holding the counter backside facing it and bobbing up and down with crossed legs, shaking a bit as my bladder releases several more drops into my panties. I moan soft, feeling the full brunt of this pleasurable agony. I can't wait for too much longer... I notice Emma tensed up, clutching her crotch subtly with both hands, her breathing slow and controlled. I bet she's leaking too. It's almost been half an hour. Surely her mother can't be too much longer, right? Haha... yeah... Soon, I stood, doubled over, legs crossed, hands shoved into my crotch, breath shallow, panties soaked, and swaying side to side and bobbing up and down. My bladder feels so solid... I'm loving it, but still a bit worried... As for Emma... she's leaned forward with both hands glued down there, legs tight but not crossed, still trying to maintain her composure in case her parents show up. She keeps squinting hard, sometimes gasping. God do I want to know how wet her panties are right now... Her trying not to show how badly she needs to pee is a turn on in itself for me. “...Love, we shouldn't wait much longer.” Emma said, quite, careful not to apply more pressure where she didn't want it right now. “Your mom's still in our bathroom. And our quest bathroom is uninhabitable right now.” I said. “I... I know that, love...” Emma closed her eyes. A slight red tint covered her face. “...I can't wait any longer.” “I don't think that I can either... but... how?” I said. “Well, you wanted to go potty so badly, maybe you should use the sink.” Emma returned to her dommy mommy mode. I... I mean... not the worst idea but... “Emma, we don't have penises. How are we supposed to do that?” I said. “We don't need them for this. But that does make it a tad harder, I suppose. We'll need to bring ourselves up to it.” Emma said. Right. That makes sense. The things you ignore when you don't need to consider them. “Ok.” I said. “Besides. You can only wee if I allow it. If you don't accept this, you won't be weeing for another few hours.” Emma said. “No, mommy! I can't do that! I need to go soon! Please let me use a toilet!” I feigned disgust. “No. Wee here, or hold it in.” Emma said. “O-ok...” I felt a spurt. “...m-mommy...” I really don't have long. I stared at the sink. Pristine, clear of dishes. Not meant for peeing- especially for cis girls! I... don't know how to begin! I felt Emma's small, soft hands on my sides. I looked back, the stain on her face amplified, her legs crossed. Isn't the point of the control thing that she goes first? She helped lift me up to the sink as I shoved upwards with my legs. Ow! My bladder felt more cramped, and I tightened my crotch as much as I could to compensate for my lack of hands. I still felt another spurt escape. It's gonna start trailing down my legs soon... “...Ah!” Emma gasped soft. I can't see, but I'm sure something similar happened to her. Ok! I'm up with my ass over the sink! ...Now I need to work my skirt up and panties down. I paused, noticing Emma standing, clutching her crotch, face grimacing. Yeah, I was right. I need to hurry so she can have her turn. I lifted my skirt up with one hand. But my bladder was through with this. Not a spurt, but a full stream gushed through the wet camel toe of my panties. Shoot, shoot, shoot! I barely have my skirt up enough yet! But it wouldn't stop, not matter how hard I clenched. With a hiss, I pissed through my underwear full force, my urine hitting the metal with an echoing din. My face burned red. I could barely relax, even knowing only Emma could see me. Speaking off, she bent over, face tense, forcing one eye open. Despite how much it must have hurt her bladder, she watched my golden waterfalls usher forth, the thick stream lasting for what felt like ages. She shivered more and more as my bladder drained, likely fighting intense urges of her own. I calmed a little as my bladder emptied. At least the damage is restricted to my crotch and underwear. I can hid that easily... I just wish it would end soon! Emma groaned and stood up straight. She shivered again, standing in place to fight an oppressive wave. “...It's too much for me.” She whispered, lifting up her skirt over her waist. My eyes darted to her soaked panties. A single spurt. A trail down one leg, then the other. And then an entire stream, running both down and in between her legs, a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment on her face. The golden fluid formed a running puddle on our tiled floor, as she keep adding more and more to it. My stream died down to a few more drips as hers kept going, my eyes glued to the tri-cascade. “...I really shouldn't have done that.” She sighed she finished. We exchanged a naughty look, REALLY wanting to take this further. Good thing we keep some towels in the kitchen in case of leaks... though, I don't think this is the type of leaks they were meant for. She found one under the sink and handed it to me before tending to her spreading puddle. I patted down my crotch and legs, waiting a bit for Emma to soap up her some of mess before climbing down and joining her in cleaning it up. Finally, she patted her legs and crotch down. We threw the towels in the washer (which is in the kitchen, thankfully), and I removed my panties to add them. Now dry of urine (mostly) with the evidence hidden, we gazed at each, both full of lust. Again, this is plain stupid. But... we're both too horny to care. To try and pee in the sink and end up wetting yourself with your mother and father in law in the other room... how humiliating. Emma held me kiss, gazing into my eyes with that raunchy smile. “Oh, you pathetic little girl. How very naught of you!” Emma said. We started to kiss, hands exploring each other's body that we pressed against the other. I... I can't help it. I WANT her. I NEED her. I don't think I've ever been so horny in my life! The lightning storm going off in my body felt like nothing else, my crotch more then a little damp from the rain and thunder of our moans. “Great Scott!” We heard a male voice and froze. I looked over Emma's shoulder, seeing her father closing our sliding door. This... this is why that was stupid... “Olivia! Your daughter's kissing that other girl!” He rushed off to find his wife. You know, I would have been more ok with him seeing us wet ourselves. As weird as that sounds... Emma let go of me, stepped away, looked aside while gritting her teeth, and held her clasp hands to her chest. No point in reminding her of our mistake. I stared out, not looking at anything. Waiting. Ready for the bullshit. I'm sure that she is too. Emma grabbed my hand, locking out fingers together. I gasped. She put her ring back on. I guess there's no use hiding it anymore. Her parents approached us. I looked away. “Mother, father, I don't want to hear anything negative about us. This is my wife, and we're in love.” Emma asserted. I feel so twisted. I like hearing that, but maybe not the best thing to say right now... that only makes bigots angrier. “Love is love, dear. But I've never seen you date a woman before. I'm a tad confused.” Arthur said. “Hmph. What did you think I was going to say! I'm only wondering why you neglected to tell us about this. I'm your mother. I think that I deserve to know.” Olivia said. ...Ok. That's... well, it's not good, but at least she doesn't seem to be a bigot. Just a bitch. Better then a bitchy bigot. “I... I didn't know how'd you take it... it's true that I've only dated men before... but I've always been bisexual. I never had a chance to date women until I met Willow.” Emma said. “As long as your happy with her, that's what matters to us.” Arthur said. “...Thank you.” Emma smiled. I gave Emma a surprise hug, arms around her back. She returned the gesture, and we leaned our heads towards each other. “Aw, isn't that sweet? What was that bit about calling your wife pathetic and naughty?” Arthur said. Emma's mouth dropped, a redness spreading on her face. “Oh, I see. Just like your mother!” He said proud. A wide, toothy grin formed on his face. Oh, THAT'S what he sees in her. He LIKES the bitchy. All the time though? I took this as an opportunity to be a great wife. “Yeah, she really likes being my mommy and giving my spankings.” I said. I closed my eyes and giggled, a redness spreading on my own face, but effecting me less, since I started it. “Just like your mother!” Arthur beamed wide. “Willow!” Emma closed her eyes, her face now the same shade as a tomato. She covered her face with her hands. “Hey, what are wife's are for!” I giggled to myself. “I suppose we should leave now. Let you finish what you were doing. We'll fly back home.” Olivia said. ...Yeah, the mood's pretty much ruined. But... thanks for getting the fuck out of our house! “Take care of my daughter for me!” Arthur said. “Of course.” I smiled. “I love her very much.” “Take care of your wife, dear.” Arthur said. “I intend to.” Emma said. Her parents left the building. Sometime during the late night, I woke up, wearing my black with pink lace nightgown. I heard my wife's voice. Toilet can wait. I'm nosy. She's in one of our unused rooms, the door cracked, lights off. “Mother, I know that. Yes. Yes. I like it in the states. Narcissistic orange oomph-loompah, yes that's appropriate.” I heard her sigh. Talking to her mother this late? “No, mother. I never told her. I... I don't know. Safer?” ...What didn't see tell me? “It's not that... I need to trust her fully first.” ...She doesn't trust me? We married! How do you not trust me yet? “Yes. Ok, I... I know. Goodbye, mother. I should get back to bed before Willow notices.” That's my cue to rush off to the toilet. I sat on the toilet for a while after I finished. ...What the hell is she keeping from me. And why? What was that display for earlier? Did it mean nothing? ...If she doesn't trust me, it must be my fault. ...I'm not good enough for her. It's only a matter of time before she figures that out... Is this my punishment for being nosy? No. It's my punishment for being a lousy wife.
  23. Have you ever had a moment where you get there in time but the horribly done design of your toilet (or your sitting position) just causes... a mess...?
  24. I really wanted to try to wet without being aware of it while sleeping and in the past Ive tried out a lot of things like drinking a lot of water before bed, not using the potty, even the silly hand in water thing, but the closest I ever came to that before was in my other post a while ago where I woke up starting to pee. I was awake for all of it, and it was kind of cheating to say that that worked because there was a big truck that was rumbling my whole room from outside my bedroom which I think made it easier. But wither way I always wished I had an accident I couldn't stop. Ive tried all sorts of things in the past but my un-potty training hadn't been so successful, when I drink lots of water I wake up needing to pee and can't fall asleep if I do it too early, nor can I fall back asleep if I wake up. Ive tried warm milk before but it didn't change anything besides making me sleepy and my pee smelly 😏 and Ive tried peeing when I need to go in my pullup in bed for months but it's never trained me to do it automatically. Anyway cut to last night where I tried drinking a lot of water, drinking a hot coco before bed, and going to bed really tired while listening to pee sounds on loop all night.... and..... I finally did it 🙂 I woke up a few times during the night because I had to swap my headphones and I was excited to see what would happen, and the first time I woke up, I didn't feel anything in the goodnite but I checked the bottom and it was a tiny bit wet, I think I dribbled out a little, I woke up a few more times and it kept getting a bit bigger and a bit wetter every time I checked and then I went back to sleep the final time and when I woke up I was soaked. My bed mat was wet and my goodnite was very full, or at least the middle and back of it was. I was so thrilled waking up to a (somewhat) genuine accident and I had to share it. :)))) I took some pictures too, but theyre more just me happily standing over my good work, not really any close ups or anything. 💕 If anyone has any tips that I haven't tried Id love to hear them! Also, so sorry about the colours on all my pics, my lighting is mostly a window covered by a red curtain so it makes everything pink/red
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